San Francisco Bay, past pier thirty-nine
Early P.M., can't remember what time
Got the waiting cab, stopped at the red light
Address unsure of, but it turned out just right
It started straight off: Coming here is hell
That's his first words, we asked what it meant
He said: Where you from, we told him a lot
We take a holiday, is this what you want?
To have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Lie around all day, have a drink to chase
Yourself and tourists, yeah, that's what I hate
He said: We're going wrong, we've all become the same
We dress the same ways, only our accents change
So have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Swim in the ocean that be my dish
I drive around all day and kill the processed fish
It's all money gum, no artists anymore
You're only in it now to it make more, more and more
So have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day