California, California You´re such a wonder that I think I´ll stay in bed Big time rollers, part time models So much to plunder
That I think I´ll sleep instead
I don´t know this sea of neon Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon And big nights back east with Rhoda California please
There´s a moment I´ve been saving A kind of crucifix around this munchkin land Up north freezing, little me drooling That´s Entertainment´s on at eight Come on Ginger slam
I don´t know this sea of neon Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon And my new grandma Bea Arthur Come on over
Ain´t it a shame that at the top Peanut butter and jam they served you Ain´t it a shame that at the top Still those soft skin boys can bruise you Yes I fell for a streaker
I don´t know this sea of neon Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
Ain´t it a shame That all the world can´t enjoy your mad traditions Ain´t it a shame that all the world Don´t got keys to their own ignitions Life is the longest death in California
California
You´re such a wonder that I think I´ll stay in bed So much to plunder that I think I´ll sleep instead You´re such a wonder that I think I´ll stay in bed So much to plunder that I think I´ll sleep instead