He spends his day in California
He sites there on his own
What's it like to have clear thinking
Now that he's all alone

'Cos she doesn't love him
And he's in sun in his midday sin

California, califonira

I'm walking down the streets of California
Where everybody know your name
Depression's not a problem
when I'm feeling so much fame

He spends his evening by the ocean
Atlantic brishing past his feet
What's the blue pool got in store for him
And who's to say who he could meet

California, califonira

I'm walking down the streets of California
Where everybody know your name
Depression's not a problem
when I'm feeling so much fame

'Cos she doesn't love him
And he's in sun in his midday sin

California, califonira

I'm walking down the streets of California
Where everybody know your name
Depression's not a problem
when I'm feeling so much fame