Lyrics 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
Don′t got keys to their own ignitions
Life is the longest death in California

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