By Bill Martin

Do you have to look away when you walk by the diner

Where the squad car stops for coffee

Don't you wish that you were any place else but here

And don't you feel kinda funny when a man-in suit says

"Man, do you know where I can get high?"

Don't you wish that you were any place else but here

Take a walk down any street that you choose

Yeh and you’ll wind up with the Fairfax Street

Mid morning paranoia blues.

Do you grab a cigarette when a man in an unmarked

Plymouth pulls you over just to say "Hi".

Don't you wish that you were any place else but here

And do you fumble in your wallet when you’re looking for your license

And he tells you not to talk with your mouth full

Don't you wish that you were any place else but here