Shh! Don't tell anyone I'm here.

I'd heard rumors about this, but now I know it's true:

Gerbils are illegal in California.

Fearing for my gerbilly freedoms (what few there are these days), I tried to change my location on my profile to "Undisclosed." But no! Blogger wouldn't accept the update. Perhaps this is an honor reserved for Dick Cheney.

So I guess I really have no choice...

I can hear the sleep-talking of the girl that I love
As she lies here beside me asleep with the night
Her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow
Reflecting the glow of the orange streetlights

But I’ve got to creep down the alleyway
Fly down the highway freeway
Before they come to trap me I’ll be gone
Somewhere they can’t find me

Oh baby, you don’t know what I’ve done
I’ve committed a crime, found out too late
I was born to a gerbil mommy and a gerbil daddy
But gerbils aren't allowed in the Golden State

So I’ve got to creep down the alleyway
Fly down the highway freeway
Before they come to trap me I’ll be gone
Somewhere they can’t find me

Oh, my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion
In a law badly written that I must obey
And though folks here aren't uptight by nature
They sure aren't polite to creatures
Who'd snack upon the vineyards every day

So I’ve got to creep down the alleyway
Fly down the highway freeway
Before they come to trap me I’ll be gone
Somewhere they can’t find me

If you need me, I'll be in my bunker.