Catalina - The Bronx, Descendents

My room’s a mess and I don’t care

I’m tired of sitting at my desk

You can’t bother me

Man, I’m far away

I got to get away

You can’t ruin my day

You can’t tell me what to do

And you cannot make me think that I love you

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

I’m on my way to Catalina

I’m not going to read your books

My tank’s full of squid, it’s getting light

And you whores, you can’t make me want

I got all the fish I need on the deck of my boat

You can’t break my heart when I’m here

Long swim home for your cute little

I’ll steal some gas

And fix my motor

Turn on my Beatles tape

And get you out of my head

Ah yes, here I am, far away from you

The only fish that I smell is on the deck of my boat

You know I really want to go

But scotch tape

Looks like I’m stuck here

But I’ll steal some gas

Fix my motor

Turn on my Doors tape

And get you out of my head

Get you out of my head

Ah, head