I’ve got a bright idea – gonna have myself some errant fun
I’ve got an old Buick Regal – gonna hop on that 101
The sun is glazing the maritime sky
Maybe I’ll meet the girl of my dreams along the outlet aisles
On this lazy day, lazy day
Break lights, two-lane crawling – feel like a preacher doing that pedalboard bounce
Never mind, traffic starts sailing – got Salmon’s “Voltron” turned up loud
The smog is clearing, garlic greets my nose
If not the girl then at least a jar of Rapazzini's Pesto
On this lazy day, lazy day
It’s hotter than hell out here, but I’m not surprised
Maybe I’ll sit with the windows rolled down and drive, drive, drive
On this lazy day, lazy day
I’m goin’ to Gilroy on a Sunday afternoon
