Melon-rising California sun   Drifting in a day not yet begun   Six o'clock and peaceful and serene   Floating in a Technicolor scene      Something nearly peaceful in the sound   Rising from the San Andreas ground   Overground, it starts to feel strange   Underground, it starts to rearrange      You'd better get up   And run for a doorway      No time for thinking   Your life is at stake   Everyone's doing   Te California Shake   California Shake      Non-believing, everybody waits   Shifting on the continental plates   Thunder far below the ocean floor   Damned impartial sub-terrestrial war      Wondering if you're going to survive   God, it feels like eight point four or five   Fifteen seconds holding your breath   Living through a microscopic death      You'd better hold on   The worst isn't over      No time for thinking   Your life is at stake   Everyone's doing   The California Shake   California Shake