Frank Zappa
"San Ber'dino"

She lives in Mohave in a Winnebago
His name is Bobby, he looks like a potato
She's in love with a boy from the rodeo
Who pulls the rope on the chute
When they let those suckers go

He got slobberin' drunk at the Palomino
They give him thirty days in San Ber'dino
Well, there's fourty-four men stashed away in tank C
and there's only one shower but it don't apply to Bobby

Well, you might think they're dumb an' lonely
But you're wrong 'cause their love is strong
Stacked up hair and a cheap little ring
They don't care 'cause it don't mean a thing

Looka there
They don't care

Best-est way that they can feel-o
Out on the highway, rolllin' the wheel-o
He's her Tootsie, she's for real-o
Trailer park heaven, it's a real good deal-o
Real good deal-o
Real good deal-o
Real good deal-o
Real good deal-o

The rest of their lives in San Ber'dino
Gonna spend the rest of their lives in San Ber'dino
Gonna spend the rest of their lives down in San Ber'dino
Come on with me
Come on with me
Come on with me down to San Ber'dino
Just sixty miles, sixty miles down the San Ber'dino freeway
They got some dark green air an' you can choke all day
That's right!
Gonna spend the rest of their lives
The rest of their lives
The rest of their lives

Say now, ain't talkin' 'bout Fontana
Ain't talkin' 'bout, uh uh
Ain't talkin' 'bout, uh uh
Ain't talkin' 'bout the Redlands, no no
Zulch is the auto works
I'm tellin' you, that's where they take all the cars that they hurt
Come on and let's all go down to San Ber'dino
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
Let's-a-go down, down, down, down to San Ber'dino
Would-ja b'lieve it
Would-ja b'lieve it now, come-on
San Ber'dino
San Ber'dino
San Ber'dino, gotta call it
San Ber'dino, c'mere
San Ber'dino, I'm lost
San Ber'dino
San Ber'dino
San Ber'dino
Oh God, they spend all their days there
The rest of their lives in San'Berdino

Oh Bobby, I'm sorry you got a head like a potato. I really am

Ketchup!