Surrey son I thought I saw you
Sticky shorts and pasty knees
Flashing novelty at strangers
Byron-esque on Venice Beach
Flagging proud your sweaty speedos
England turning in the heat
Play the fool you know I’ll do
But for once I’d rather read
Who ever said we were trying
Who ever said we were trying
And if I’m dreaming California
God I know you’re quick to judge
But just because I’m reading Rousseau
Doesn’t mean I can’t quote Scrubs
Pulled apart by resolution
Rooster fishing in the sea
Say I’m Hollywood forever
But I swear I’d rather leave
Who ever said we were trying