California Girls - The Magnetic Fields

See them on their big bright screen

Tan and blonde and seventeen

Eating nonfood keeps them mean

But they’re young forever

If they must grow up, they marry dukes and earls

I hate California girls

They ain’t broke, so they put on airs

The faux folks sans derrieres

They breathe coke and have affairs

With each passing rock star

They come on like squares

Then get off like squirrels

I hate California girls

Looking down their perfect noses at me and my kind

Do they think we won’t

Well, never mind

Laughing through their perfect teeth

At everyone I know

Do they think we won’t

Get up and go?

So…

I have planned my grand attacks

I will stand behind their backs

With my brand-new battle axe

Then they will they taste my wrath

They will hear me say

As the pavement whirls

«I hate California girls…»

They will hear me say

As the pavement whirls

«I hate California girls…»

They will hear me say

As the pavement whirls

«I hate California girls…»

They will hear me say

As the pavement whirls

«I hate California girls…»

They will hear me say

As the pavement whirls

«I hate California girls…»