Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Schmit
I'm just a whilte boy from Sacramento
I'm not too funky, or so I'm told
I'm on the level - I'm incognito
I'm just a white boy from Sacramento
I went to school in the shiny suburbs
I heard young Pat Boone on my radio
Grew up on TV - I still love Lucy
Drank Pepsi-Cola, and did the stroll
Went to the barber - he cut my flattop
I rode my red bike straight on home
Put on my Jade East, went to a party
We did the limbo - we got real low
I dig surf music 'cuz it's so bitchin'
I think the Kingston Trio is so hip
I close my eyes and I feel so groovy
I shake my head while I bite my lip
I hit them high notes like they were nothin'
I sing them love songs so soft and fine
So if you wanna feel warm and fuzzy
I whisper, "Love will keep us all alive"
You know the governor - the Terminator
You know there's nothing he can't do
And he's as strong as an alligator
Now he's from Sacramento too
I'm just a whilte boy from Sacramento
I'm not too funky, so bless my soul
I'm on the level - there's one thing I know
I'm just a white boy from Sacramento
Whatever I do, wherever I go
I'm still a white boy from Sacramento
{Spoken:}
Get down! Be groovy! Now limbo!
I'm just a white, white, white, white, white boy!
Yeah - you know what I mean. You know, up there in the capital...
Get down
Alright, this one, here we go, that's it!