California – Bag Of Toys – letras

California’s got the sunshine, year round, cheap wineFresh waves / Hot babes, Lather on the sunscreenWarm days, Cool nights, Everything is just rightSoft Sand, last tan, sleepin’ on the rooftopCalifornia, California…he said I ain’t never leaving youCalifornia’s got the girl I love, the mountain’s rising up aboveThe beach scene, so clean, parties raging every nightThe clean air, millionaire, breathtaking swimwearFake boobs, boob tube, something’s always going onCalifornia, California…he said I ain’t never leaving you.California’s got the earthquake, mudslides keep awakebig sharks, homeless parks, traffic jams round the clockNo rain, insane, all the kids on cocaineCrap luck, dumb struck, man i think i love this placeWhen i get drinking, man i’m always thinking that…my states better than your states,better than my states, better than all the states put togetherCalifornia’s got the porn stars, strip clubs, wild firesHot bods, street rods, everybody’s packing heatThe wet sand, rock band, out to get a nice tantan lines, parking fines, gotta do what you canCalifornia’s got the nudist beach, freak shows for the world to seeHeight Street, bare feet, Democrats, they own this stateDivorce rate, sounds great, unless you’ve got yourself a materocks stars, cool bars, come once you’re never far fromCalifornia, California…he said I ain’t never leaving you.California’s got the earthquake, mudslides keep awakebig sharks, homeless parks, traffic jams round the clockNo rain, insane, all the kids on cocaineCrap luck, dumb struck, man i gotta ditch this placeWhen he get’s drinking, man he’s always thinking that…my states better than your states,better than my states, better than all the states put together