On a stark, pleasant highway,
In need of repair,
One smell of politics*, (* pronounced Pol-e-tics)
Welling up in despair,
Yup, we dread our existence, I see no glimmer of light,
They said "new levy" and my plight did simmer,
I had to shop or ignite.

There we stood in a poor way,
I heard foreclosures swell,
And I was drinking with an elf,
Who could be even forced out with a sell,
Then he bit on a scandal,
His car towed away,
There was Arnold on the Floor before,
I thought I heard him say . . .

Welcome to the poorhouse California,
Oh, the Gov. he face (oh, the Gov. he face),
such a broken place.
Plenty of doom in the poorhouse, California,
Any crime we fear (any crime we fear),
It will soon be here.

Our kind is spiffy, limp wristed,
We got the fur ladies, Zens,
We got the filthy, wealthy whores,
They all wear Attends,
In a trance, we don't don't work hard,
Cheat, we're all set,
No chance to recover, no chance for our debt.

So, I called up the Gov'ner,
Please string me a line.
He said, "We don't have that fear out here,so show a little spine,
And chill those voices that crawl
And just beg away,
Shake them up, it's no riddle, make it right,"
"Bust," I hear him say.

Welcome to the poorhouse California,
Oh, the Gov. he face (oh, the Gov. he face),
such a broken place.
They're giving it up for the poorhouse, California,
What a price, the lies, (what a price, the lies),
Sing, we're oversized.

Fear is just a feeling,
The stink and pain precise,
And he said, "We will fall like pensioners here,as we roll the dice."
And in the Gov'ner's chamber,
They blather "tax increase",
They grab for funds with their squealing lives,
And they just chant, "you'll be fleeced".

Last Spring I remember, I was
Cunning, knew the score,
We have to kind of pass a tax to replace our debts that soar,
"Relax," said the Gov'man,
"You are so scammed to receive,
I can wreck it any time I like,
And you can only heave".