Hello Beautiful But tonight, I'm gonna fly Cause I go across the world And see everything, and never be satisfied If I couldn't see those eyes How's it going? I hear its wonderful In California

To my sweet home Chicago Back to the land of California 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

She's lovin' Californ-I-a She loves the beach She loves to party everyday Pina Coladas on the sidewalk in L.A. Ever since she went away I hate California She's probably in a Bentley Showing off her new fake boobies Tryin' to break into the movies

But my feet is California bound Wants to leave this Georgia Town Well, my heads in Georgia Cause that good lookin' woman I've got And wreck them automobiles And that lonesome ol' highway Well my heads in Georgia Well, we ride them ol' freight trains

Hello America, hello America Yeah, I'm gonna try Hollywood and San Pedro Bay I'm gonna give my love to you Well I'm takin' me a trip I'm going down to California I'll tell ya what I'm gonna do I'm gonna take you where the lights are bright I'm gonna give

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. A sun kissed miss said "Don't be late." That's why I can hardly wait, So open up those Golden gate

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah All we do is drive And California never felt like home to me All we do is think about the feelings that we hide All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign Sick and full of pride And California never felt like home My hands wrapped

Going on a Californiacation She's down for the low, she'll keep it lowkey (she'll keep it lowkey) She's hot as red hot chili peppers, hot, hot, hot She's hot as red hot chili peppers Woah, she knows I'm bad, I like her though (I like her though) She's

America, America And the red man is right, to expect a little from you And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too Promise and then follow through, America Well I come from, down around Tennessee But the people in California Are nice to me,

Breathe for a minute My dreams are made of gold Breathe for a minute breathe for a minute I'll be okay California, don't let me down Seas of golden But there's trouble all around He once was a waiter now he's a singer Making money on the street