San Francisco bay, past pier thirty nine,
Early p.m. can't remember what time,
Got the waiting cab, stopped at the red light,
Address unsure of, but it turned out just right.
It started straight off, «coming here is hell»
That's his first words, we asked what he meant,
He said «where ya' from?» we told him our lot,
«When ya' take a holiday, is this what you want?»
So have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
Have a nice day.
Lie around all day, having drink to chase,
«Yourself and tourists yeah, that's what I hate»,
He said «we're going wrong, we've all become the same,
We dress the same ways, only our accents change».
So have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
Have a nice day.
Swim in the ocean, that be my dish,
I drive around all day, and kill processed fish,
Its all money gum, no artists anymore,
You're only in it now, to make more, more, more.
So have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
Have a nice day.