Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard?
Mosaic ceilings
Painted tiles on the wall

I can't help but feel somewhat like my body marred my soul
Handmade beauty sealed up by two man-made walls
And I'm like

When's it gonna be my turn?
When's it gonna be my turn?

Open me up
Tell me you like it
Fuck me to death
Love me until I love myself

There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
There's a tunnеl under Ocean Boulevard

There's a girl that sings Hotel California
Not because she loves the notes or sounds that sound like Florida
It's because she's in a world preserved
Only a few have found the door
It's like Camarillo, only silver mirrors running down the corridor
Oh, man!

When's it gonna be my turn?
Don't forget me
When's it gonna be my turn?

Open me up
Tell me you like me
Fuck me to death
Love me until I love myself

There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

Harry Nilsson has a song
His voice breaks at 2: 05
Somethin' about the way he says: Don't forget me
Makes me feel like

I just wish I had a friend like him
Someone to give me five
Leanin' in my back, whisperin' in my ear
Come on, baby, you can thrive
But I can't

When's it gonna be my turn?
Don't forget me
When's it gonna be my turn?

Open me up
Tell me you like it
Fuck me to death
Love me until I love myself

There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

(Don't forget me)
Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
(Don't forget me)
Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
(Don't forget me)
Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

(Don't forget me, don't forget me)
(No, don't forget me)
(Don't you, don't you forget me)
(No, ooh)