Miramar, the mornings there were so kind
Slowly growing horns on the bovine
Simon's going on about an old friend
Boysenberry stories from an old mind
Beautiful, the baby boy with bug eyes
Wooden roads and Power Ranger punch lines
Junie B was jonesing for a bug bite
Candy-coated California sunrise
Bugaboo, finding you out again
You're Mr. Trouble
The time of year for a souvenir
Has come and gone
You hide behind a fragile smile
As little fires grow
Grassy knees from chasing things
That never could come home
Don't mind all your little frights
Goodnight, I'll turn out the lights
Bugaboo, finding you out again
You're Mr. Trouble
The time of year for a souvenir
Has come and gone
Bugaboo, finding you out again
You're Mr. Trouble
The time of year for a souvenir
Has come and gone
Bugaboo, finding you out again
You're Mr. Trouble
The time of year for a souvenir
Has come and gone
