CaliforniaCalifornia girls We're unforgettable Daisy dukes Bikinis on top Sun-kissed skin We'll melt your popsicle We're undeniable

No way, no way Never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home One way ticket 'cause I had to show yah Flow so sick, make you catch pneumonia I'm never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home So who's gonna tell me I can't do Anything I put my mind to Now I ain't tryna

Cause that's how CaliforniaCalifornia rolls I'm talkin' 'bout me and you Baby you could be a movie star, hey (in Los Angeles) Get yourself a medical card, yea (in Los Angeles) They do the fingers like red fox (in Los Angeles) You can make it on a light blue box,

And all the wine is all for me I'm in a state, I'm in a state Nothing can touch us, my love I'm put together beautifully Big wet bottle in my fist Big wet rose in my teeth I'm a perfect piece of ass Like every Californian So tall I take over the street

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

The snow back home ain't the only thing still falling I still remember how I used to warm you If you're cold in CaliforniaCalifornia (CaliforniaCalifornia) If you're feeling cold in CaliforniaCalifornia Those L.A. stars just don't shine bright enough for you Wouldn't hold you back

The leaves, they don't change here Sweet CaliforniaCalifornia, sour CaliforniaCalifornia Sweet CaliforniaCalifornia, bitter CaliforniaCalifornia Sweet CaliforniaCalifornia I should've known better, I should've known better Where did the summer go, when you loved me? The leaves don't change here, so I

Smoke some weed This is West coast nigga thinking CaliforniaCalifornia quicksand got a nigga sinking I can give a fuck what you niggas drinking I can give a fuck what you bitches drinking "Smoke some weed" George Bush, George Clinton, Bill Clinton Chris Farley,

Bet you wish you heard about it. Kiss it goodbye. From Mexico to New York. Blondes from CaliforniaCalifornia. East Coast takes the cocaine, West Coast marijuana. You'll be on TV when it starts to snow in hell. You won't believe me, so go and see it for yourself.

London in the summer time Call me now use the satellite What could be wetter than An English girl American man Cuss me out and it'll feel all right It's all right now Down and out and it'll sound all right The CaliforniaCalifornia animal is a bear Angeleno but the