Dude
SoCal is the place to grow up.
Other places cause me to throw up.
Its the rip, its the curls, its the drop-in,
Its the girls.
Its the Life, Man.

Woodies, goodies, woodies, hoodies.
Got it all, cause we’re trendsetters.
Lovin’ high school, scorin’ letters,
Date cheerleaders, wearin’ sweaters.
It’s just bitchin’ bein’ rich
In SoCal.

Drive at sixteen, my own car.
Stayin’ near or goin’ far.
So many choices that there are.
When you’re a teenage star.
In SoCal.

Sure we’re spoiled, wouldn’t you be?
Hey, Dude, want to smoke a doobie?
You’re as welcome as a newbie.
Ain’t conceited, tho’ a few be.
In SoCal.

Up and surfin’ before seven.
Get to school around eleven.
This is close if it ain’t heaven.
With my Chevy V8 revvin’
In SoCal.

I’m a real big man on campus.
The chicks they really vamp us.
While the hoods would like to tramp us.
Only one dude can be Champ, us.
In SoCal.

So, if you’re not a loser.
You can surf and be a cruiser.
You’ll bulk up and be a bruiser.
Not a beggar, but a chooser.
Here in SoCal.