Front:
GREETINGS FROM
SAN LUIS
OBISPO, CALIF.
CALIFORNIA'S NEXT
BIG CITY
Oh, come to the City of the Western Sun,
Where every business is overdone,
Where the stores charge freight on the goods made here.
Ask them the reason, they think you are queer.
They serve you climate with all your meals.
The sun bakes down till your back just peels.
The "Ananias Club" includes the state
From San Diego to the Golden Gate.
The movie stars marry twice a year,
Would marry again if the coast was clear.
The grapefruit here is something fine,
A mixture of lemon and pumpkin rind.
The cows eat barley instead of hay,
The cream gets lost in the milky way.
They sell you lots that are made by hand,
And they make you think it is really land.
The view of the ocean is vèry nice,
That is included in the purchase price.
As you gaze on the sea, filled with emotion,
You'll dream that all suckers are not in the ocean.
They weigh the sack and then the fruit,
They weigh both again and their fingers to boot.
They claim it is wet if it rains once a year.
Why, you get so dry you can't shed a tear.
The desert winds blow and make you sneeze,
The chickens have mites and the dogs have fleas.
We shovel sand, while you shovel snow.
Just about a stand, as far as I know.
So tune up your flivver and head for the West,
Where the jobs are scarce and the pay is less;
To the land of oranges, missions and friars,
To the land of loafer3, fakers and liars.
Bring all the cash and pretty clothes,
When you'll get any more the Lord only knows.
I am telling this story, I know it is true,
As seen by me with my eyes of blue.
If the "Booster's Club" ever gets this back,
They will change my eyes from blue to black.
They asked me to write the truth to a friend,
I've done my duty, so this is the end.
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