Balboa

If I had one wish
Well you see this picture card
It's from a city park
Called Balboa

Tickets are 50 cents
There's gardens and elephants
And buildings like they have in Spain
I wish I was on my way to Balboa
Sweet Balboa

I wanna meet the world
Boys, the future's begun
In the hopper of the Sun
Not the [?] of Julian
I wanna meet the world

Balboa
Folks are comin' from all over the Americas So we can come from Julian
It's only forty miles between us and the world

Boys, the future's begun
In the hopper of the Sun
Not the [?] of Julian
Daughter of the hard luck minor sons
Stop pickin' apples now that the gold's all gone

So whatcha say we put the baskets down, boys
Let's hitch a ride to town boys
Let's see the fountain pour
Let's hear the lions roar
Let's meet the world
Let's meet the world

Mm-mm