Rufus Wainwright - California

California, California, you're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
Big time rollers, part time models
So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead

I don't know this sea of neon, thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
And big nights back east with Rhoda
California, please

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

I don't know this sea of neon, thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
And my new grandma Bea Arthur
Сome on over

Ain't it a shame that at the top peanut butter and jam, they served you
Ain't it a shame that at the top, still those soft skin boys can bruise you
Yes, I fell for a streaker

I don't know this sea of neon, thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
Ain't it a shame that all the world can't enjoy your mad traditions
Ain't it a shame that all the world don't got keys to their own ignitions
Life is the longest death in California

[2x:]
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead