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 Fuck 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 that 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's it gonna be my turn? Don't forget me When's it gonna be my turn? Open me up, tell me you like me Fuck 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 Something 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 Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself There'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 Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard Don't forget me, don't forget me No, don't, don't forget me Don't you, don't you forget me