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 know this sea of neon, thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
and big nights back east with Rhoda
California place
there's a moment i've been saving, a kind of crucifix around this munchkin land
i'm not freezin; little maids rulin'
That's Entertainment's on at 8 come on and just slam
i 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 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 like it's
The Longest Death
ain't it a shame that at the top peanut butter and jam they serve you
ain't it a shame that at the top still those soft skin boys can bruise you, yes, i
fell for the streaker
i know this sea of neon, thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
but one day Cecil B. Demille will notice me
Oh California (yeah)
you're such a wonder that i think i'll stay in bed
so much to plunder that i think i'll sleep instead