California, here I come right back where I started from. Where Bowers of flowers bloom in the sun. Each morning at dawning, birdies sing an' everything. A sunkist miss said, 'Don't be late' that's why I can hardly wait. Open up that Golden Gate, California here I come.
California, here I come right back where I started from. Where Bowers of flowers bloom in the sun. Each morning at dawning, birdies sing an' everything. A sunkist miss said, 'Don't be late' that's why I can hardly wait. Open up that Golden Gate. California here I come.