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Lyricist: Rufus Wainwright
Lyrics:
California California You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed Big time rollers Part time models So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead
I don't know this sea of neon Thousand surfers Whiffs of Freon And big nights back east with Rhoda California, please
There's a moment I've been saving A kind of crucifix around this munchkin land Up North freezing Little me drooling That's Entertainment's on at eight Come on Ginger, slam
I don't know this sea of neon Thousand surfers Whiffs of freon And my new grandma Bea Arthur Come on over
Ain't it a shame that at the top Peanut butter and jam they served you Ain't it a shame that at the top Still those soft skin boys can bruise you Yeah, I fell for a streaker
I don't know this sea of neon Thousand surfers Whiffs of freon
Ain't it a shame that all the world Can't enjoy your mad traditions Ain't it a shame that all the world Don't got keys to their own ignitions Life is the longest death in California
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead
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