Blonde haired baby standing by the road   A pistol in her hand and talking on the phone   Said go to California, go to California   Sidewalk gazing diamonds in the sky   Silent movie Gods and flashing in your eyes   Said go to California, go to California      Get up get out   Get inside the outside   Get up get out get in   Get up get out   Get inside the outside   Get up get out get in      Lon Chaney calling   Spelling out your name   Where everybody's different   But they're all the same   Yeah go to California, go to California   You are perfect you are insane   We love to watch you break from the pain   Yeah go to California, go to California      Bump and grind   Bump and grind   Away      Hit the lights and   Strip down on the floor   Everybody hates you   But they want some more   Yeah go to California, go to California