מילים לשיר 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
It's too old and cold and settled in its ways here
But I wouldn't want to stay 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
Oh the rogue, the red red rogue
And I might have stayed on with him there
But he kept my camera to sell
But my heart cried out for you, California
He cooked good omelettes and stews
Oh make me feel good rock'n roll band
California I'm coming home
I'm your biggest fan
California, I'm coming home (When you're walking
Oh it gets so lonely
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
Strung out on another man
Will you take me as I am
I'm coming home
California I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Yeah
Will you
Take me as I am
Will you.