Lyrics:

Well, he was from a small town
In Northern Mississippi
She was raised on the Puget Sound
A third generation hippie

Fate would take them to L.A. County
And get them stuck in a traffic jam
And El Camino and a red Trans Am

Her stereo was blaring Dylan
The bootleg sessions
And though the times, they are a-changing
Made a pretty good impression

She looked over and caught him smiling
Under the California setting sun
They fell in love on the one-o-one

California, California
California dreams come true

Well, they got in with the in crowd
And got off on the rock n roll
Cocaine spree and the musics loud
Backstage at the Hollywood Bowl

They got the house in Topanga Canyon
The partied at the viper room
Blending into the neon gloom

California, California
California dreams come true
California, California
California dreams come true

Well, you see them down on the sunset strip
Trying so hard to be so hip
Manhattan Beach to Malibu
Its all about the ocean view

And who you know in Hollywood
Its cut throat but its understood
Champagne Kool Aid, drink it down
Youre the toast of tinsel town

California, California
California dreams come true
California, California
California dreams come true