“Drive to hills,
Drive to the bay,
Drive to the city,
Drive, drive away.”
Winding roads winding away,
Towering skyscrapers scraping today,
Wandering waves riding across the sea.
Skylines are scattered with buildings,
Hills,
And trees.
Roads are rotten with people,
Cars,
And fleas.
Drive to hills,
Drive to the bay,
Drive to the city,
Drive, drive away.
In Berkeley,
There’s thrift shops with jeans,
Cool cafes,
And streets filled with teens.
In San Francisco,
There’s always a disco,
There’s always something to do,
Be it walking in the park, or going to the shops.
In Sonoma County,
The trees are always at a bounty,
You could never be frowny
In Sonoma County.
The Bay Area is
No kind of grey area
For it is the main area
And the greatest yay area.
Yes, it may have its issues,
But we shouldn’t pull out the tissues.
It is the Bay Area.