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