San Francisco Bay, past pier thirty-nine Early P.M., can't remember what time Got the waiting cab, stopped at the red light Address unsure of, but it turned out just right It started straight off: Coming here is hell That's his first words, we asked what it meant He said: Where you from, we told him a lot We take a holiday, is this what you want? To have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Lie around all day, have a drink to chase Yourself and tourists, yeah, that's what I hate He said: We're going wrong, we've all become the same We dress the same ways, only our accents change So have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Swim in the ocean that be my dish I drive around all day and kill the processed fish It's all money gum, no artists anymore You're only in it now to it make more, more and more So have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day