on a bad day in montereynnyour heart will still be gladnnand you won't worry about the rentnnwhen you're sleeping in a tentnnnnthe hour glass will spoil fastnnthe sun gives up too soonnnthe night goes on, i'm in your armsnnwe're bare beneath the moonnnnnon a bad day in morro baynnyour kite will reach the cloudsnnand you won't worry about a thingnnwhen you're sitting in a treennk-i-s-s-i-n-gnnnn(repeat chorus)nnnnbut this is not my homennbecause if it were sonntell me where would i go on vacation