[Verse 1]
Walking down the street in San Francisco just the other day
Wondering what has happened to the freaks and hippies and the punks
Everybody's squeaky clean
They look and dress and act the same
I don't give a shit about your IPO I live in El Cerrito

[Verse 2]
Mama took the Alameda transit bus to work each day
All the way down San Pablo
Thirty years a naval base
Never heard her once complain about taking public transportation
You should ride the city bus just like the rest of us in El Cerrito

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El Cerrito

[Verse 3]
Pink mustached taxi cabs
Don't you know that they're just scabs
Union busting techy uber alles (I said it)
Bullshit claims to change the world
Making Wall Street bankers even richer (richer, richer, richer)
El Cerrito's got its problems but we don't pick the pockets of the working man
[Verse 4]
Papa was an engineer
Worked at Hewlett-Packard
Dumbarton Bridge two times a day
Then lost his job and pension
We would go and visit him in bars in Jack London Square
I don't give a shit about your IPO I come from El Cerrito

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[Verse 5]
If there is a lesson from this story to be learned
It's not exactly what you think
You shouldn't be concerned
It's not that we don't like the rich
It's simply that we think this kind is boring
Everybody acts and thinks the same
That's why I live in El Cerrito

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