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