California - Rufus Wainwright

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

Yes 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