I Kept The Beach Boys

From bus stop to pop star to your house for Christmas
With days that were numbered and samples for six cents
The chances that we took the odds makers gave us
Without much to save it seemed nothing could save us

They said... you'd go
God made you pretty and you let the world know
They said... you'd stay
But things don't just work out that way
The band took a plane off to Texas for three days
You wrote a postcard and we went our separate ways
I left for Memphis and you moved to Detroit
You took the That Dog and I kept the Beach Boys with me