Lyrics

Walleye Sally took a ride in her caddy
Said she shan't hit the breaks til LA
She's leaving Moran who has a fist for a hand
And habits he's unwilling to break

Yeah Sally's gonna move to California where she can live the golden way
But first she's gotta earn to afford her own broken down place to stay

Sally's working for Vito slinging cappuccinos
At a hipster cafe in the city
She tried to play straight but temptation was too great
The Pacific undertow is unforgiving

Sally's in a vortex slipping slowly to the dark side of insane
The upside is she don't pay no rent cause she's sleeping in a tent
Somewhere near the corner of La Brea and Romaine

Sally caught wind Moran was dealing again
A deciding factor in his fate
His many indiscretions and other bad decisions
Led him down an alley without escape

Sally took her cue and moved back to be with were people
She's leaving LA, land of carob-covered beetles and endless Don Cheadles

So Sally scraped up her cash from under the seat and off the dash
Put gas in the tank and the radio on crank
Sally lowered the car top and it was at that very moment she forgot all about the Pacific undertow
So she lowered her seat back and cruised all the way back
To her recently vacated Cabbagetown bungalow