Catalina - Descendents

My room’s a mess, but I don’t care

I’m tired of sitting at my desk

You can’t bother me

I’m far away from you

Got to get away

You can’t ruin my day

You can’t tell me what to do You can’t make me think I love you

Shoot it in the arm, you can’t hurt me

I’m on my way to Catalina

And I’m not going to read your books

My tank’s full of squid

And it’s getting light

And you whores, you can’t make me want

'Cause I got all the rest I need

On the deck of my boat

And you can’t take my heart when I’m here

'Cause it’s a long swim home

For your cute little arms

I’ll steal some gas, fix my motor

Put on my Beatles tape

And get you out of my head

Ah yes, here I am, far away from everyone

And the only fish I smell

Is on the back of my boat

I want to go but my motor’s broken

There’s no scotch tape, I’m out of gas,

So it looks like I’m stuck here

I’ll steal some gas, fix my motor

Put on my Doors tape

And get you out of my head