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