In Santa Monica, in the wintertime,      The lazy streets so undemanding      I walk into the crowd      In Santa Monica, you get your      coffee from      The coolest places on the      promenade      Where people dress just so      Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere      you turn      It's there      I sit and wonder what am      I doing here?      But on the telephone line      I am anyone      I am anything I want to be      I could be a supermodel or      Norman Mailer      And you wouldn't know the difference      Or would you?      In Santa Monica, all the people got      modern names like Jake or Mandy      And modern bodies too      In Santa Monica, on the boulevard      You'll have to dodge those      in-line skaters      Or they'll knock you down      I never felt so lonely,      Never felt so out of place      I never wanted something more      than this      But on the telephone line      I am anyone      I am anything I want to be      I can be a supermodel or      Norman Mailer      And you wouldn't know the difference      See on the telephone line,      I am any height,      I am any age, I want to be      I can be a caped crusader,      or space invader      And you wouldn't know the difference      Or would you?      (Thank you for calling Disneyland)      (Thank you for calling Disneyland)      (Thank you for calling Disneyland)      On the telephone line      I am anyone      I am anything I want to be      I can be a supermodel or      Norman Mailer      And you wouldn't know the difference      See on the telephone line      I am any height,      I am any age, I want to be      I can be a caped crusader,      or space invader      And you wouldn't know the difference      Or would you?