California on the Frontline Songtext
von The Dipsomaniacs

California on the frontline, California on the frontline
California on the frontline, California on the frontline
California on the frontline, California on the frontline
California on the frontline

12am we blagged the metro, to Newcastle International
Iron, Mick, Laine & the Jam
First stop Paris to meet one dart
The air′s blowing the weather's dire
Is this plane gonna get any higher
We arrive at Charles De Gaulle
To L.A. the long haul

Collaborating bastards won′t give us a drink
Lainey's power shouting, Jammy's got the Charlie Drakes
On we sail through customs but where′s our fucking bags
Not on the 062


Meet Sarah & Little Rock
We′re all parched and need a drink stop
Gig's at the Tiki Rooms
Then we find a local bar
Drink our own weight in Bud
Iron wakes in someone′s yard, Mick's mangled on a bench
Get onstage and rip through the set

Later Lainey & Manley, start to freeze
Sleeping in a garage on a, torn up settee
We wake to sun and San Bernadino
It′s British Invasion, come on away let's go

The nazis turn up to total chaos
Someone gets stabbed, then there′s the riot
Tear gas and pigs, armed to the teeth
Bang goes the fucking gig and somewhere to sleep

California on the frontline, California on the frontline
California on the frontline, California on the frontline
California on the frontline, California on the frontline
California on the frontline, California on the frontline
California on the frontline, California on the frontline
California on the frontline, California on the frontline
California on the frontline, California on the frontline
California on the frontline, California on the frontline