can't complain

damn, i enjoy those crickets!

that tune they play make me wanna drink.

in the air, a hint of dead skunk.

man, i love that smell.

the southern california summer is here.

it's a special kind.

all i'm missing now is this lady,

but she don't want me,

or the crickets,

or the dead skunk.

i can't complain though.

the santa ana winds keep me sweating all night long,

and the beer keep me cool.

you can carry on with a broken heart,

when the crickets are playing

in the southern california summer.

i might go surfin' tomorrow,

how about you?