Lletres: Liz Phair. Juvenilia. California.

Okay, this guy walks into a bar
No, I'm just, I'm just fucking with you, I'm kidding
No, there's this, this young bull and this old bull
And they're standing on top of a hill

And I tried to tell you before
That that's why I left California

So they're standing on top of this hill, right?
And they're looking out over a pasture full of cows
Whole fucking pasture
And the young bull turns to the old bull, and he goes,
"I got this really good idea."
And they old bull's like, "Yeah?"

And I tried to tell you before
That that's why I left California

"Yeah," he's like, "yeah, yeah, I got this really good idea.
Let's run down that hill and fuck one of those cows."
And the old bull just looks at him, you know he's just looking at him
He's like, "Look, I got a better idea."
And the young bull's like, "Oh yeah, what's your fucking brilliant idea?"
And the old bull goes...

And I tried to tell you before
That that's why I left California

And the old bull goes, "Let's walk down that hill and fuck all of those cows, dig?"
You know, like he ain't been in town long or something, I dunno

And I tried to tell you before
That that's why I left California