A  E  A  E  A  E  A  E


A      E    A    E
California, California
A              E              B
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
A          E      A          E
Big time rollers, part time models
A            E
So much to plunder
        B7
That I think I'll sleep instead 

F#                 F#m
I don't know this sea of neon
F#                F#m
Thousand surfers, whiffs of Freon
    B                          A      E    
And big nights back east with Rhoda
A     E  A  E  B7
California please 

A          E
There's a moment
A          E
I've been saving
A           E          B
A kind of crucifix around this munchkin land
A           E         A        E
Up north freezing, little me drooling
A            E          
That's Entertainment's on at eight 
B
Come on Ginger slam 


F#                 F#m
I don't know this sea of neon
F#                F#m
Thousand surfers, whiffs of Freon
     B                  A     E
And my new grandma Bea Arthur
A         E       A    E   B7
Come on over 

F#m          B
Ain't it a shame that at the top
F#m                B
Peanut butter and jam they served you
F#m                B
Ain't it a shame that at the top

F#m                    Am
Still those soft skin boys can bruise you
E       F#m        B7
Yes I fell for a streaker 


A  E  A  E  A  E  B

A  E  A  E  A  E  B7


F#                 F#m
I don't know this sea of neon
F#                 F#m
Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon 


            B
Ain't it a shame
        F#m             B
That all the world can't enjoy your mad traditions
F#m     B
Ain't it a shame that all the world
F#m     Am
Don't got keys to their own ignitions
E       F#m    B
Life is the longest death in California 


A              E              B       A  E
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed

A            E
So much to plunder
        B7                    Am        E
That I think I'll sleep instead