Rufus Wainwright
Rufus Wainwright - California lyrics
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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