California

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
 Yeah, I fell for a stripper, oh, no
 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
 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