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California, California, You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
A    E            A     E            A       E                 F#m11   B
Big time rollers, Part-time models, so much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead
F#
I don't know this sea of neon, thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
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and big nights back east with Rhoda
A  E  A  E    B
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

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Ain't it a shame that at the top peanut butter and jam they serve you?
           B                      F#                    B                 A
Ain't it a shame that at the top still those soft skin boys can bruise you
        E          F#   B
yes, I fell for a streaker, oh no.

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
A     E       A      E       F#m11   B
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
A           E             F#         B     A      E
So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead...