Exquisitely Bored - Pete Townshend

The tissue box is empty

No coffee for my cream

Dogs howl in the alley

Crazy women scream

Some kids shout from their pick up truck

They’re stoned on life and beer

Fifty radios playing in this street

But I’m still hardly here

Exquisitely bored in California

We take our trouble to the Crest

Exquisitely bored in California

Exquisitely bored, just like all the rest

When the sun shines, things’ll get moving

You feel close to the stars

There are good times walking in Laguna

But it rains in my heart

The peasants here are starving

They look like barrels out in space

Pray TV looks like pay TV to me

It’s just a curse on the human race

I take a drive up to L. A

In my gas guzzling limousine

There’s a whole lot of crazy people up there

Living out a life in sweet ennui

Exquisitely bored in California

We take frustration to the Crest

Exquisitely bored in California

Exquisitely bored, just like all the rest

When the sun shines, things’ll get moving

You feel close to the stars

There are good times walking in Laguna

But it rains in my heart

Exquisitely bored in California

We take our trouble to the Crest

Exquisitely bored in California

Exquisitely bored, just like all the rest