i think i'm going to california visions of skin covered in roses i'm so happy i got blond watch the sun till its black take your friends made of paper hold them over a match chorus: i'm letting the good times roll i'm down in the rabbit hole i've got a mexican radio me and my rubber soul it's just my 19th nervous breakdown some girls in rehabilitation well its just like a movie as a matter of fact i'm gonna get me an army dress all your men up in black chorus