[Verse 1]
He's no Dora back from Bora Bora
Jumps in head first row, the whitewashed to the shore
And you saw him cannonball, come crashing down the falls
You saw him somersaulting down to the ocean floor

Back to back got beat down by no shack
He went from swarms to sewers tagging their attack
Without a T-shirt on, phenom-phenomenon
An old white turtleneck leaving Saskatchewan

[Pre-Chorus]
Through the drug-up empty field of dirt
On leafy branches peeking through
Down the cliffside, dig and drag your feet
Left to dry your soaking socks and shoes

[Chorus ]
He's a Northern Californian, or so he says
Ended up in Carpinteria cause he went the wrong way
Exit Encinitas, in a washed-out seafoam green
T-shirt read, "Jesus Saves" and he was yelling out, "No Valleys"

Hella, hella, hella
Hella, hella, hella
Hella, hella, hella