tan and blonde and seventeen

Eating nonfood keeps them mean

but they're young forever

If they must grow up

they marry dukes and earls

I hate California girls



They ain't broke, so they put on airs,

the faux folks sans derrieres

They breathe coke and have affairs

with each passing rock star

They come on like squares

then get off like squirrels

I hate California girls



Looking down their perfect noses

at me and my kind

do they think we won't

well, never mind



Laughing through their perfect teeth

at everyone I know

do they think we wont

Get up an go?



So

I have planned my grand attacks

I will stand behind their backs

with my brand-new battle ax

Then they will they taste my wrath

They will hear me say

as the pavement whirls

"I hate California girls..."