California Style

And let down our hair--California Style

Take a lesson, leave 'em guessin'

Grab the Wesson and make a mess of everything--California Style

And if anyone comes around

And wants to settle up the score

I'm gonna open up my arms

There's always room for more

We got sloppy on the Cherocol

Leaning up agains the wall--California Style

You know I can't hypnotize

When your hair is hanging in your eyes--California Style

I wanna reach inside my skin

And pull out everything that smells like sin--California Style

Lay it out on a platter

And write your name out in the splatter--California Style