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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

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