There is treasure hidden there, on the coast of California   El Diego hid it there when the Clara ran aground   On the coast of California, deep within a cave that's never seen   Treasure, stolen from the Incas, we could capture for the Queen      There's a mountain in the ocean on the coast of California   And deep within its side, the tides of night alone reveal   El Diego's hidden cave, where we'll plunder the riches of Grenada   While the Spaniard blind with pleasure, plays ashore in Ensenada      We will sail before the dawn along the coast of California   El Diego is delayed, the wine and woman hold their sway   And our map is clearly drawn to the dark and stormy shore   On the coast of California lies a mighty prize of war      Tell not a soul that you have seen me   Breathe not a word of what I say   Tell not a soul that you have seen me   Breathe not a word of what I say