We were the kings of the city and no one could unseat us / We were five blues brothers and no one could defeat us.

From Sea Bright down to Seaside I rule.

I wish that I could close my eyes, teleport and materialize, right there by her side in California.

End of the season and the melancholy won’t leave me.

Paean to the stereotypical IDF sergeant major.

When I say “spiritual groove” this is who I mean / They be at the center of this whole new scene.

Judea and Samaria are the historic Jewish heartland, and nothing can change that.

We’ve had it up to here with your causing us to play the fools / now we’ll play by our own rules.

Finally, someplace that was all about the love.

Well, they got their hopes, they got their dreams / They got their plans and well-laid schemes.

The June gloom, waiting for the sun; the surfer’s flu, the grunion run ... that’s so LA.

That’s the whole message, however small.

What's there to explain, it's a driver's life.

California coming back / Put ambitions back on track / California thundercrack / Out of the red, into the black!

Everyone is a total stranger / I hope I see a familiar face.

Scenes from a Hasidic roadhouse.

And the stupid thing is, I really don’t know you that well / Not well enough to call you on this, not friend enough to say go to hell.

The streets of the city come alive tonight / The Old City walls shine golden tonight.

So many ways to take that train ride.

Once upon a time it was cool and it was fine / To make some kind of impression with a romantic song.