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Santa Monica Pier Tab

by Christine Lavin



SANTA MONICA PIER (Christine Lavin)
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[It's actually in Eb; capo 1.  Or play it in C and capo 3.]

    
[intro]

                                             
I've got beach glass and tokens in my pocket, sizing up each other's worth
                                  
Neither one'll do me any good here, I throw them into the surf
                                                 
The palm trees all look a little like Tina Turner looks from behind
                                                       
The boys on the skateboards have strategically tussled hair, the Bon Jovi kind

                                        
I am a stranger here, strolling down the Santa Monica Pier
                                                    
Picnic baskets and fishing gear, ice cream cones and souvenirs
                                                     
Oh there's a fine warm Western breeze stirring up the Tina Turner trees
                                                
I have dreamed of days like these all of my life

Roller skaters with their headphones on, they sway to the private beat
I drop into the Crown & Anchor, time to eat, time to eat
No matter what it is I order, I know there's an avocado hidden on this plate
I don't like them, but I still eat them, I'm not tempting fate

I am a stranger here, strolling down the Santa Monica Pier
Picnic baskets and fishing gear, ice cream cones and souvenirs, souvenirs
Oh there's a fine warm Western breeze stirring up the Tina Turner trees
I have dreamed of days like these all of my life

                                      
  Back home, I hear the stock market's booming, booming
                                                    
The bears and the bulls say they're taking it all in stride
                              
  Out here, they're hot air ballooning
                                     	                   
Yeah, they go zooming up into the sky...

Yeah, I'm a stranger here; the Santa Monica Pier
Fishing gear; souvenirs, get your souvenirs here
Oh, feel that breeze; oh, shake, you trees (shake it up)
Days like these

Look at that beautiful Mexican boy holding tight to his papa's hand
"Mira, mira!" he cries as he points to the papaya juice stand
Look at that old lady dozing off, I wonder what she's dreaming of
What could be better than this, except for maybe being in love?

I am a stranger here, strolling down the Santa Monica Pier
Picnic baskets and fishing gear, ice cream cones, souvenirs get your souvenirs
Oh, now, feel that breeze; c'mon and shake, you trees (shake it up)
I have dreamed of days like these all of my life
                                     
Yeah, I have dreamed of days like these
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Oh, I have dreamed...