I've been North and East and South.
Which one is the best?
I found people are the same all over
But the sun shines in the west.

I warn ya,
I'm coming back to California.
Lend me a shack and I'll perform ya
All kinds of happy songs to ease your pain.

Think of all we'll gain:
We'll be sunny until it starts to rain.

Let me inform ya,
I'm coming home to California.
Concrete and chromium adorn ya.
Land of McDonalds' and the Ice Capades.
Think of all the blonde braids.
We'll all be happy behind the rose coloured shades.

They say it's the way of the future.
Ah, but the future is looking grim.
'Cause when the oil meets the Red Woods
Then the sun grows dim.

Then I can warn ya
Were all gonna live in California!
Wherever we live it's California!
Where the road to tomorrow is a dead end doubt
If we won't change the route.
Let's all be happy
Until the sun goes out.