She's in love with CaliforniaCalifornia And breakin' my heart These ain't no Holly Woods And these hills ain't Beverly No sunset on the boulevard 'Cause she's in love with CaliforniaCalifornia And that West-Coast sunshine dream Ain't no beaches on these backroads It's a

Welcome to the Hotel CaliforniaCalifornia Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew

I'd be jealous too, if she was with you I'd be out my mind, watching her move I'd be jealous too, if she was with you, with you She's a CaliforniaCalifornia red in a dive bar Hourglass body like a guitar That forever wild smile appears like a Glitter bomb in the

Can't I get back my lonely life CaliforniaCalifornia waiting Every little thing's gotta be just right While you're tryin' to save me Little Mona Lisa laying by my side "Crimson and Clover" pullin' overtime I feel too close to be losin' touch

Livin' on Tulsa time left Oklahoma drivin' in a Pontiac Just about to lose my mind I was goin' on to Arizona, maybe on to CaliforniaCalifornia Where all the people live so fine My baby said I was crazy, my momma called me lazy I was goin' to show 'em all this time

Confined to pull-out quotes and hotel rooms We've all made petty fortunes but we can't afford a life They all scream CaliforniaCalifornia and its toppling empire All we are is entertainment Caught up in our own derangement Tell us what to say and what to do All we

CaliforniaCalifornia's bleeding me (blame it on the weather) Sail me down the river Temper like a trigger Cut me open leave me splayed (stitch me back together) CaliforniaCalifornia's bleeding me, and I don't care tonight I'm not the billionaire class I'm from San Lorenzo

I'll still follow you home I'll still follow you home (I'll still follow you home) 'Cause you're my Mississippi princess You're my CaliforniaCalifornia queen Like the duchess of Detroit And every city in between You can slap me in the face And you can scream

I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel I was staring in my empty coffee cup I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin' All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles I'm gonna drink 'em up And if CaliforniaCalifornia slides into the ocean Like the mystics and

To my sweet home Chicago Back to the land of CaliforniaCalifornia Oh, baby don't you want to go? Baby don't you want to go? Now one and one is two Two and two is four I'm heavy loaded, baby I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby