California Lyrics - California - Wilson Phillips

Sitting in a park in Paris, France 

Reading the news and it sure looks bad 

They won't give peace a chance 

That was just a dream some of us had 

Still a lot are left to see 

But I wouldn't want to stay here 

It's too old and cold and settled in its ways here 

Oh, but California 

California I'm coming home 

I'm going to see the folks I dig 

I'll even kiss a sunset pig 

California I'm coming home 

I met a redneck on a Grecian isle 

Who did the goat dance very well 

He gave me back my smile 

But he kept my camera to sell 

Oh the rogue, the red red rogue 

He cooked good omelettes and stews 

And I might have stayed on with him there 

But my heart cried out for you, California 

California I'm coming home 

Oh make me feel good rock 'n roll band 

I'm your biggest fan 

California, I'm coming home 

[Chorus] 

Oh it gets so lonely 

When you're walking 

And the streets are full of strangers 

All the news of home you read 

Just gives you the blues 

Just gives you the blues 

So I bought me a ticket 

I caught a plane to Spain 

Went to a party down a red dirt road 

There were lots of pretty people there 

Reading rolling stone, reading vogue 

They said, how long can you hang around? 

I said a week, maybe two, 

Just until my skin turns brown 

Then I'm going home to California 

California I'm coming home 

Will you take me as I am 

Strung out on another man 

California I'm coming home 

I'm coming home 

I'm coming home 

I'm coming home 

Yeah 

Take me as I am 

Will you 

Will you