Blonde haired baby standing by the road

A pistol in her hand and talking on the phone

Said go to California (go to California)

Go to California (go to California)



Sidewalk glazing diamonds in the sky

Silent movie gods are flashing in your eyes

Said go to California (go to California)

Go to California (go to California)



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)

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)

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



Bump and grind

Bump and grind

Bump and grind away

Bump and grind

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)

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



Bump and grind

Bump and grind

Bump and grind away

Bump and grind

Bump and grind

Bump and grind (go to California