This guy walks into a little saloon and sits down
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He draws the eyes of all the locals of this small town
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He looks damn normal to me
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Bandana on his head, birks on his feet
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He looks up and gives me a grin and says "Hey dude, you too must be from Marin"
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Marin County's A.O.K.
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From Tam to Stinson all the way to M.A.
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Fresh organic veggies in the market everyday
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The Dead, Dylan, and N.W.A.
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So anyway he walks in and takes a seat in the back
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Dreadlocks, birkenstocks, tye-dye and hackey-sack
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He says, "Dude pretty trippy place, dude, I'm moon rays, dude"
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His beamer must be in the shop today
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'Cause I saw him drive up in a Cabriolet
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He offers me a toke off a funny looking smoke
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And my head starts to spin, life seems like a joke
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So we're sitting there in this little saloon
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Two dudes from Marin, me and the moon
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And we're sipping Calistogas when the juke pumps out "Carey-Anne"
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Some guy at the bar says, "Hey who is this fairy band?"
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I jump for his throat, make a fist with my hand
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But moon stops the violence and says, "Peace man"
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Marin County's A.O.K.
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From Tam to Stinson all the way to M.A.
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Fresh organic veggies in the market everyday
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The Dead, Dylan, and N.W.A.
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Marin
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