Claremont, California Lyrics

If you find your way out of LA

Then you drive east along the 10 Freeway

Past the strip malls of Covina

Over the hill from where some don't come back

Here the river beds are made of concrete

But the rivers are nowhere to be found

Everyone lives in their car seat

I wouldn't blame you if you turned around

But as you drive into the Inland Empire

Where the air is on fire

And the warehouses drab

You'll find a town that thinks it lies in New England

With its drip lines overworking

And where Snoop Dogg once rapped

Some people here are rather old

And the young ones migrate in and out

West of College there's a village

And south of Arrow some folks won't go

There is fine bread and coffee galore

Children playing under the Sycamores

A big mountain named after me

A shop that made music history

Some visit from so far as Rancho Cucamonga

Which is a real place where Frank Zappa

Got in trouble with the law

Those from San Dimas also like to dine among us

They all help us with our taxes

But we're the ones who call it home