The Santa Monica Pier

I’ve got beachglass and tokens in my pocket
Sizing up each others' worth
Neither one’ll do me any good here
I throw them into the surf
The palm trees all look
A little bit like Tina Turner looks from behind
The boys on their skateboards
Have strategically tousled hair
The Bon Jovi kind
I am a stranger here
Strolling down the Santa Monica Pier
Picnic baskets and fishing gear
Ice cream cones and souvenirs
There’s a fine warm western breeze
Stirring up the Tina Turner Trees
Oh, I have dreamed of days like these
All of my life
Rollerskaters with their headphones on
Sway to the private beat
I drop into the Crown and Anchor
Time to eat, time to eat
No matter what it is I order
I know there’s an avocado
Hidden on this plate
I don’t like them
But I still eat them
I’m not tempting fate
I am a stranger here
Strolling down the Santa Monica Pier
Picnic baskets and fishing gear
Ice cream cones and souvenirs
There’s a fine warm western breeze
Stirring up the Tina Turner Trees
Oh I have dreamed of days like these
All of my life
Back home I hear the stock market’s booming
The bears and the bulls
Are taking it all in stride
Out here, they’re hot air ballooning
They go zooming up into the sky
Yeah I’m a stranger here
Santa Monica Pier
Picnic baskets and fishing gear
Souvenir, oh get your souvenirs here
Oh feel that breeze
Aw, shaking the trees (shake it up)
Days like these
Look at that beautiful Mexican boy
Holding tight to his Papa’s hand
«Mira! Mira!» He cries
As he points to the papaya juice stand
Look at that old lady dozing off
I wonder what she’s dreaming of
What could be better than this
Except for maybe being in love
I am a stranger here
Strolling down the Santa Monica Pier
Picnic baskets and fishing gear
Ice cream cones and souvenirs
There’s a fine warm western breeze
Stirring up the Tina Turner Trees
Oh I have dreamed of days like these
All of my life