West Coast Man

I'm a west coast man, though I grew up in the city

With its promise of excitement every day

I'm a west coast man, and the beauty of its landscape

Is calling, calling to me every day

Give me the west coast, where the sky is so much bluer

And the wind blows in fresh from the sea

Give me the west coast, where the grass is always greener

There is nowhere else that I would rather be

I'm a west coast man, and I'm tired of the city

People's fuses getting shorter as the queues are getting longer

And the air is thick with lies about the golden opportunities

I've had enough, I've gotta get away

Give me the west coast, where the sky is so much bluer

And the wind blows in fresh from the sea

Give me the west coast, where the grass is always greener

There is nowhere else that I would rather be

I'll meet a girl who'll help me feel much better

Her hair may not be blonde and her eyes may not be blue

But when Saturday comes round, we'll go walking through the heather

We don't need no city dive to feel alive

Give me the west coast, where the sky is so much bluer

And the wind blows in fresh from the sea

Give me the west coast, where the grass is always greener

There is nowhere else that I would rather be

Give me the west coast, where the sky is so much bluer

And the wind blows in fresh from the sea

Give me the west coast, where the grass is always greener

There is nowhere else that I would rather be

Give me the west coast, where the rollers roll much higher

And the wind blows in fresh from the sea

Give me the west coast, where the grass is always greener

There is nowhere else that I would rather be

Give me the west coast, where the grass is always greener

There is nowhere else that I would rather be