California

I'm going to Califoria

I'm moving to a place where you never

Grow old

I'm sick of everybody here

I'm going to a place where the pavements

Are gold

I'm gonna dream my days away

I bask below the rays of the old Western

Coast

And you can wish the rain away

And they all pray for fame

As the city, city

As the city takes hold

Its automatic

It's static, a wave of romantic

From London to Miami

Nobody can stand it

It's traumatic

It's frantic, a plain systematic

A wave of romantic

From London to Miami

I'm sick of California

The people are the same

And they treat me so cold

And there's not been

No rain for days

A never ending wave of American gold

It seems I've made a big mistake

And I can't seem to shake all the fake that

I know

But this is California

And maybe I should stay

But my city, city

But the city aint home

Its automatic

It's static, a wave of romantic

From London to Miami

Nobody can stand it

It's traumatic

It's frantic, a plain systematic

A wave of romantic

From London to Miami

(New York, Miami

London down to Cali

Kyoto now to Paris)

From London to Miami

(New York, Miami

London down to Cali

Liverpool to Paris)

From London to Miami

Its automatic

It's static, a wave of romantic

From London to Miami

Nobody can stand it

It's traumatic

It's frantic, a plain systematic

A wave of romantic

From London to Miami

From London to Miami

Oh, from London down to Cali