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 ever
  
  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