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Tricia Tanaka's dead.
No, no, no, no, she's outside looking in.
Tricia Tanaka's dead.
No, no, no, no, she's outside looking in.
She'll fly her astral plane,
Takes you trips around the bay,
Brings you back the same day,
Tricia Tanaka. Tricia Tanaka.

Tricia Tanaka's dead.
No, no, no, no, it's only in your head.
Tricia Tanaka's dead.
No, no, no, no, she's Dharma looking in.
She'll fly her food drop plane,
Takes the sub under the bay,
Brings you back the same day,
Tricia Tanaka. Tricia Tanaka.

Along the coast you'll hear them boast
About a light they say that shines so clear.
So raise your glass, we'll drink a toast
To the smokey girl who sells you thrills along the pier.

She'll take you up, she'll bring you down,
She'll plant your feet back firmly on the ground.
She flies so high, she swoops so low,
She whispers just which way she's gonna go.
Tricia Tanaka. Tricia Tanaka.

She'll bang you up, she'll bang you down,
She'll drive your head into the ground.
She'll fly so high, she'll swoop so low.
Tricia Tanaka.

She'll drive her microbus.
She'll take her sub under the bay.
She'll bring you back the same day.
Tricia Tanaka. Tricia Tanaka.
Tricia Tanaka. Tricia Tanaka.
Tricia Tanaka.


Namaste.