I Kept the Beach Boys - Tullycraft

From bus stop to pop star to your house for Christmas

With days that were numbered and samples for Six Cents

That chances that we took, the odds makers gave us

Without much to save, it seemed nothing could save us

They say, go, God made you pretty and you let the world know

They say, stay, but things don’t just work out that way

The band took a plane off to Texas for three days

And you wrote a postcard and we went our separate ways

I left for Memphis and you moved to Detroit

You took the That Dog and I kept the Beach Boys with me