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 néon
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 entertainments on at eight come on ginger
slam.

I don't know this sea of néon
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 skinned boys can bruise you
Yes I fell for a streaker

I don't know this sea of néon
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 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