California

California, CaliforniaYou're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bedBig time rollers, part time modelsSo much to plunderThat I think I'll sleep instead I don't know this sea of neonThousand surfers, whiffs of freonAnd big nights back east with RhodaCalifornia please There's a momentI've been savingA kind of crucifix around this munchkin landUp north freezing, little me droolingThat's Entertainment's on at eight Come on Ginger slam I don't know this sea of neonThousand surfers, whiffs of freonAnd my new grandma Bea ArthurCome on over Ain't it a shame that at the topPeanut butter and jam they served youAin't it a shame that at the topStill those soft skin boys can bruise youYes I fell for a streaker I don't know this sea of neonThousand surfers, whiffs of freon Ain't it a shameThat all the world can't enjoy your mad traditionsAin't it a shame that all the worldDon't got keys to their own ignitionsLife is the longest death in California CaliforniaYou're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bedSo much to plunder that I think I'll sleep insteadYou're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bedSo much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead