California, here I come. Right back where I started from. Where bowers and flowers bloom in the sun. Each morning at dawning birdies sing and everything.
You, poor you. Playin' too long. But you're still not groovin'. I see you runnin'. But I see you ain't movin'. . Me, pitiful me. I sleep with both eyes open.
We've been on the run. Driving in the sun. Looking out for #1. California here we come. Right back where we started from. . Hustlers grab your guns. Your shadow weighs a ton.
We've been on the run. Driving in the sun. Looking out for #1. California here we come. Right back where we started from. . Hustlers grab your guns. Your shadow weighs a ton.
We've been on the run, driving in the sun. Looking out for number one. California here we come. Right back where we started from. . Hustlers grab your guns, your shadow weighs a ton.