Lyrics:

I need your huggin

I'm here my fears close guarded

You must be last on the next flight

You love the beautiful West Side

The beach and gorgeous sunrise

Surfs up the waves are rising high

I'm all alone I need you here in Santa Monica

California

California

California

California

California

From hear to Bell Air

The blue bus will take us everywhere

everyone's happy every where till now

From ??? to El Serrito

Seven years I been down at the West Coast

Surfs up the waves are rising high

I'm all alone I need here in Santa Monica

I'm all alone why don't you come to Santa Monica

California

California

California

California

California

California

California

California

California

California

California

California

California

California