Well I walked outside into a sunny day
   Called some friends to back my play
   Went downtown to taste a few
   Then over to the coast
   To see what kind of trouble we could get into
   What trouble we could get into
   What trouble we could get into
   What trouble we could get into
   In sweet home San Diego
  
   Now over to p.b. the tanning ladies
   San Diego girls they drive me crazy
   Hooked up on a number or two
   I'll call 'em later
   To see what kind of trouble we could get into
   What trouble we could get into
   What trouble we could get into
   What trouble we could get into
  
   Now all of the bad times
   Get 'em outta here
   To the bum with the cheap wine
   Get 'em outta here
   To the perps of the hate crimes
   Get 'em outta here
   Because the owner of a calm hand he is the real man
   Punks on the get low
   Get 'em outta here
   To the fools with their fake gold
   Get 'em outta here
   To the San Diego po po
   Get 'em outta here
   Get 'em outta here
  
   Now I called up Zing to hit the spots
   Bought a couple of beers to chase the shots
   Pacers, platinum until two
   Then over to the vu to see what kind of trouble we could get into
   What trouble we could get into
   What trouble we could get into
   What trouble we could get into
  
   To the nines in the front row
   Get 'em outta here
   To the swollen toung coke ho
   Get 'em outta here
   Because unless it is a stiff trip
   You get no tip
   Filly in the peep booth
   Get 'em outta here
   You got the tweaker with the one tooth
   Get 'em outta here
   Say poppa on the eighty proof
   Get 'em outta here
   Get 'em outta here
  
   Now back home to find my bed
   I got a cool buzz chillin' inside my head
   But just before the sun breaks through
   I choke a little laugh and think about
   The trouble that we get into
   The trouble that we get into
   The trouble that we get into
   The trouble that we get into
  
   To the busta with the hippy crack
   Get 'em outta here
   To the gold chain hair backs
   Get 'em outta here
   To the locks with the swag sacks
   Get 'em outta here
   'Cause unless you got the kinda nugs
   You get no love
  
   Wannabe porn stars
   Get 'em outta here
   The toughs that are so hard
   Get 'em outta here
   Granny in her sports car
   Get 'em outta here
   Get 'em outta here
  
   To the label with the crook deals
   Get 'em outta here
   To the bands that play with no feel
   Get 'em outta here
   To the sailor in the high heels
   Get 'em outta here
   Got the stuffin' that bottleneck
   Talk about a ship wreck
   Itchy faced crackheads
   Get 'em outta here
   You got the flatulating fat chicks
   Get 'em outta here
   You gotta blast all hypocrites
   Get 'em outta here
   Get 'em outta here