Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard?
Mosaic ceilings, painted tiles on the wall
I can't help but feel somewhat like my body marred my soul
Handmade beauty, sealed up by two man-made walls
And I'm like, "When's it gonna be my turn?"
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like it
* me to death, love me until I love myself
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
There's a girl who sings "Hotel California"
Not because she loves the notes or sounds that sound like Florida
It's because she's in a world, preserved, only a few have found the door
It's like Camarillo, only silver mirrors, running down the corridor
Oh, man, when it's gonna be my turn?
Don't forget me, when's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like me
* me to death, love me until I love myself
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Harry Nilsson has a song, his voice breaks at 2:05
Somethin' about the way he says "Don't forget me" makes me feel like
I just wish I had a friend like him, someone to get me by
Lennon in the back, whisperin' in my ear, "Come on, baby, you can thrive"
But I can't
When's it gonna be my turn?
Don't forget me
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like it
* me to death, love me until I love myself
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
It's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me, oh
No, no, no, don't forget me
Don't you, don't you forget me