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
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