There's something about the weather 
That everybody loves,
They call it the Indian Spring of Sacramento.
And when the sun is up in the sky, 
The wind is blowin' by the river side most everyday, 
You're in Sacramento, a wonderful town 
Sing sing sing sing sing sing.

There's something about the people 
That everybody knows. 
That gives you a tender feelin' of confusion. 
You’re feelin' lonely but you don't know 
Until this other feelin' here inside you starts to grow, 
You're in Sacramento, a wonderful town 
Sing sing sing sing sing sing. 

Now that spring is near again 
And your thinkin' if only you were not so lonely ooh ooh 
But you can ease your restless mind 
’cause all the people are a lovin' kind, 
In Sacramento. 

There's something about the weather 
That everybody loves 
They call it the Indian spring of Sacramento 
You're feelin' Ionely, but you don't know 
Until this other feelin' here inside you starts to grow,
You're in Sacramento, a wonderful town 
Sing sing sing sing sing sing.