Ms Santa Cruz County

So let's all be someone else

I'm tired of being myself

You say you're so bored you could cry

Well, let me tell ya, so am I

Well, Lola came from Mesilla

But sometimes called herself Anita (Bebidas)

No one ever knew why

But things just seemed to work out right, right, right

So let's all be someone else

I'm tired of being myself

Let's all be someone else, let's all be someone else

The blue ladies rode the bikes

And what they were, we assumed rhymed with bikes

But then one day, one did not get out of bed

She was dead, and a guy, that's what the paramedic said

So let's all be someone else

I'm tired of being myself

Let's all be someone else, let's all be someone else

So come on down, Miss Santa Cruz County

Won't you come on down from you daddy's hydroponic farm?

'Cause there's no shame in being seen as the Artichoke Festival Queen

You know we like what you've become

You know we like what you've become

So let's all be someone else

I'm tired of being myself

Let's all be someone else, let's all be someone else

Let's all be someone else

I'm tired of being myself

Let's all be someone else, let's all be someone else

Let's all be someone else

I'm tired of being myself

Let's all be someone else, let's all be someone else

Let's all be someone else

Let's all be someone else

Let's all be someone else

Let's all be someone else

Let's all be someone else

Let's all be someone else

Let's all be someone else