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