Wilson Phillips - California Lyrics
Sitting in a park in Paris, FranceReading the news and it sure looks badThey won't give peace a chanceThat was just a dream some of us hadStill a lot are left to seeBut I wouldn't want to stay hereIt's too old and cold and settled in its ways hereOh, but californiaCalifornia I'm coming homeI'm going to see the folks I digI'll even kiss a sunset pigCalifornia I'm coming homeI met a redneck on a Grecian isleWho did the goat dance very wellHe gave me back my smileBut he kept my camera to sellOh the rogue, the red red rogueHe cooked good omelettes and stewsAnd I might have stayed on with him thereBut my heart cried out for you, CaliforniaCalifornia I'm coming homeOh make me feel good rock'n roll bandI'm your biggest fanCalifornia, I'm coming homeChorus:Oh it gets so lonelyWhen you're walkingAnd the streets are full of strangersAll the news of home you readJust gives you the bluesJust gives you the bluesSo I bought me a ticketI caught a plane to SpainWent to a party down a red dirt roadThere were lots of pretty people thereReading rolling stone, reading vogueThey said, how long can you hang around?I said a week, maybe two,Just until my skin turns brownThen I'm going home to CaliforniaCalifornia I'm coming homeWill you take me as I amStrung out on another manCalifornia I'm coming homeI'm coming homeI'm coming homeI'm coming homeYeahTake me as I amWill youWill you 
