You got none in your pockets You got none in your hands I don't have to see your eyes To know what you're not thinking And even when you're not the best You still try hard as hell Well, I saw him walking in the alley He stopped to wish me well And he told me go to California 'Cause that's where it all sells And I knew this girl from Atlantic City Full of generality All she could do is talk and smile But she got the best of me And even when you're not the best You still try hard as hell Well, I saw her walking in the alley She stopped to wish me well And she told me go to California 'Cause that's where it all sells And you front porch on Church Avenue You're laughing at me now 'Cause you were standing when I came here And you're still standing And when you know you're not the best You hope no one can tell Well, I saw them laying in the alley I stopped to wish them well And you know I went to California