Driving through Casa Grande
With Coronas in our hands
Goin' down to the bay
Beach day with the band
But it's hot
And I think we all forgot
That despite all the sand
We are still inland
Arizona
Doesn't have a single beach
Wish we didn't buy Corona
Man, we should of bought bleach
So we head
To the nearest river bed
Which was f*cked, cause we each
Got sucked by a leech
Like Stand By Me
We dreamed of dizzy nights
Shots, beer and fizzy Sprite
Coronas and beach days
Blazed stoners wearing leis
We dreamed of beachy bums
And ocean by the ton
We got no tropic fun
Just sand and southwest sun
Beaches and Corona
Wish Arizona
Had an ocean