You're up state, up late, and city fed I'm a California label from the top of my head. Forever, ah See a lot of open sky when the sun goes down There's a hot, lot of loving when you come around, To free me, ah In a boat to sail, boat to sail away, ah-ah All those letters mailed from a boat to sail away ah-ah We are riding in a boat to sail Bare foot, coconut and supermild Jamaica take a look at your own child Forget not Brian Wilson songs are never left behind Don't you worry baby, you're a friend of mine For so long Chorus by: José Duarte [email protected]