Down in south Oakland
Off East 14th it’s raining.
Six A.M. on sunday and the bums are praying
Met her at a party we were drunk, now we’re sober
She said it’s cold got long walk home come over
She’s a bombshell
I’ve retraced my steps a thousand times,
Seems like I’ve spent hours asking all my friends about her.
Been six months but I’ll never be the same:
Nobody remembers her name
She’s a bombshell
(Chorus)
