From "Down the Wrong Pipe"
Take the bridge to Coronado
In a cobalt blue Mini
Just a stone's throw from the city
And there you are
Where the bombers strafe the Hotel Del
And the people wail in anguish
I'll be going to Coronado in my car
Going to Coronado in my car
Going to Coronado in my car
Where the bombers strafe the Hotel Del
And the people wail in anguish
I'll be going to Coronado in my car
Take the bridge to Coronado
In a fit of despondence
Where our lonely tears
Can mingle with the stars
Every soul in the U.S.
Keeps driving South and driving West
And we 're all going to Coronado in our cars
Going to Coronado in our cars
Going to Coronado in our cars
Every soul in the U.S.
Keeps driving South and driving West
And we 're all going to Coronado in our cars
Copyright 2006 Zach London
(with apologies to James Taylor)