text: Jack was sitting poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
  Neal hunched at the wheel putting everyone in stitches
  Bragging about some nurse he screwed while driving through Nebraska
  And when she came, she honked the horn and Neal just barely missed a truck
  And then he asked her if shed like to come like that to California
  You see a redhead in a uniform will always get you horny
  Yeah and with her hairnet and those white shoes and a name tag and a hat
  She drove like Andy Granatelli and knew how to fix a flat
  And Jack was almost at the bottom of his MD 2020
  Neal was yelling out the window trying to buy some bennies
  From a Lincoln full of Mexicans and the left rear tire blowed
  And the sons of bitches pretty near almost ran us off the road
  And while the nurse had spilled the Maneshewitz all up and down her dress
  And then she lit the map on fire and Neal just had to guess
  Should we try and find a bootleg route or a filling station open?
  The nurse was dumping out her purse and looking for an envelope
  And Jack was out of cigarettes and as we crossed the yellow line
  The gas pumps looked like tombstones from here
  And it felt lonelier than a parking lot when the last car pulls away
  And the moonlight dressed the double-breasted foothills in the mirror
  Weaving out a negligee and a black brassiere
  And the Mercury was running hot and we were almost out of gas
  Just then Florence Nightingale. she dropped her drawers and
  Stuck her fat ass halfway out of the window to a Wilson Pickett tune
  And shouted Get a load of this! and gave the finger to the moon
  Counting one-eyed Jacks and whistling Dixie in the car
  Neal was doing least a hundred when we saw a falling star
  And Florence wished that Neal would hold her instead of chewing on his cigar
  Jack was nodding out and wishing he was in a bar
  With Charlie Parker on the bandstand and not a worry in the world
  And a glass of beer in one hand and his arms around a girl
  Neal was singing to the nurse Underneath the Harlem Moon
  And somehow you could just tell wed be in California soon
  Open up your golden gates
  California, here I come
  I said California, here I come
  Look out California, here I come