"Sana Ana" lyrics

I'm American, watch my soda pop
Sneak out, leak out, on the roof top
Blue jeans, color like blue cheese
Top down cuttin' corners like ripped seams
1-800, I'm fucked, that's the number I see
And the summer's almost over, it's a hundred degrees
Station wagon is packed out by the sea
It will be another year before you see me

Crystal waters pretty glows, velvet girl in ya own
I know you wanna go, I know you wanna call my phone, my phone, my phone
Crystal waters pretty glows, pretty girl, pretty home
I know you wanna go, I know you wanna call my phone, my phone, my phone, my phone, my phone

[*phone line cuts off*]