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