Simple song.

A, E, A, E, A, E, A, E

A    E         A     E
California, California
A                    E                    B7                     A
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
                E         A              E
Big time rollers, part time models
A                   E
So much to plunder
  B7                               F#
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
B7                                               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           B7                              A
A kind of crucifix around this munchkin land
A             E             A            E
Up north freezing, little me drooling
A                 E                        B7
That's Entertainment's on at eight 
                           F#
Come on Ginger slam 

F#                       F#m
I don't know this sea of neon
F#                          F#m
Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
B7                                        A       E
And my new grandma Bea Ar   - thur
A, E , A ,  E             E7
        Come on over 


F#m         B
Ain't it a shame that at the top
F#m                       B                       F#m
Peanut butter and jam they served you
F#m         B               
Ain't it a shame that at the top
Bm                          A                         Am
Still those soft skin boys can bruise you
        E             F#m     B7
Yes I fell for a strea  - ker 

(instrumental verse)


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


               B7
Ain't it a shame
                              F#m                    B7
That all the world can't enjoy your mad traditions
    F#m        B7
Ain't it a shame that all the world
Bm       A             
Don't got keys to their own ignitions
Am             E         F#m             B7        A   E,   A   E,
Life is the longest death in California 

A                      E                B7                        A    E,   A  E
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
A                     E                 B7                        A    E,   A    E
    So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead
A                      E                B7                        A    E,   A,  E
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
A                     E                 F#m          B            Am             E
    So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead.