California's brighter than a paparazzi flash
Sentimental like a fake eyelash
High and mighty like a junkie's mind
Down and dirty as a Forty-Niner(49er) mine
Won't you come on over girl
And end this malaise?
I just can't wait, to see you comin' through the LA haze

Martina, Martina
Come on over to our trailer
We're feeling kinda low today
Crashed and burned down in LA
And you know that I'm not comin' on
But we wondered if you'd sing along?
If only you would harmonize
Find the smile in your grey, green eyes

My friend Chip he looks about to faint
Burned his finger on a skillet and he touched the wet paint
Swamp man's pounding on a borrowed drum
Pablo's still waitin for the sushi to come
I'm feelin like a third string back up singer, 'neath a quarter moon
But I'm half way to your heart, girl
Won't you meet me there soon?

Martina, Martina
Come on over to our trailer
We're feeling kinda low today
Crashed and burned down in LA
And you know that I'm not comin' on
But we wondered if you'd sing along?
If only you would harmonize

Martina, Martina
Come on over to our trailer
We're feeling kinda low today
Crashed and burned down in LA
And you know that I'm not comin' on
But we wondered if you'd sing along?
If only you would harmonize
Find the smile in your grey, green eyes
(Grey, green eyes)
(Grey, green eyes)
(Grey, green eyes)
(Grey, green eyes)