The Slums of Simi Valley

From your heat washed hills,

To your streets that look like alleys,

I love you so dearly,

My slums of Simi Valley.

 

In my town, SUV’s are norm,

Since we are all really much too fat,

In my town only white people rule

And you know we’re happy about that.

 

The strip malls and video joints

That stretch up and down old Tapo

Is where all us Simi-an’s congregate

Since there is really nowhere else to go.

 

We display our American flags

As we drive near and far

Hanging out the window

Of our brand new foreign car.

 

Of course, there are our politicians,

The ones that we hold so dear,

Who bravely march off to Washington,

And say what the lobbyist want to hear.

 

Oh, yes my Simi Valley,

In my heart you are so near,

And you will be to the day

That  I can figure a way out of here…