West Coast Man

I'm a west coast man
Though I grew up in the city
With its promise of excitement everyday
I'm a west coast man
And the beauty of its landscape
Is calling, calling to me every day

Give me the west coast
Where the sky is so much bluer
And the wind blows in fresh from the sea
Give me the west coast
Where the grass is always greener
There is nowhere else that I would rather be

I'm a west coast man
And I'm tired of the city
People's fuses getting shorter
As the queues are getting longer
And the air is thick with lies about
The golden opportunities
I've had enough
I've got to get away

Give me the west coast
Where the sky is so much bluer
And the wind blows in fresh from the sea
Give me the west coast
Where the grass is always greener
There is nowhere else that I would rather be

Mm-hmm, I'll meet a girl
Who will help me feel much better
Her hair may not be blond
And her eyes may not be blue
But when Saturday comes 'round
We'll go walking through the heather
We don't need no city dive to feel alive

Give me the west coast
Where the sky is so much bluer
And the wind blows in fresh from the sea
Give me the west coast
Where the grass is always greener
There is nowhere else that I would rather be

Give me the west coast
Where the sky is so much bluer
And the wind blows in fresh from the sea
Give me the west coast
Where the grass is always greener
There is nowhere else that I would rather be

Give me the west coast
Where the rollers roll much higher
And the wind blows in fresh from the sea
Give me the west coast
Where the grass is always greener
There is nowhere else that I would rather be

Give me the west coast
Rather be, rather be, rather be
Give me the west coast
Where the grass is always greener
There is nowhere else that I would rather be