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A E A E A E F#madd11 B
California, California, You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
A E A E A E F#madd11 B
Big time rollers, Part-time models, so much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead
F#maj
I don't know this sea of neon, thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
B A E
and big nights back east with Rhoda
A E A E B
California please
There's a moment I've been saving a kind of crucifix around this munchkin land
Up north Freezing, little me drooling, that's entertainment's on at eight come on ginger slam
I don't know this sea of neon, thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
and my new grandma Bea Arthur
come on over
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Ain't it a shame that at the top peanut butter and jam they serve you?
B F# B A
Ain't it a shame that at the top still those soft skin boys can bruise you
E F# B
yes, I fell for a streaker, oh no.
(solo here---I'm not that good--but they are the same chords as the verse)
I don't know this sea of neon, thousand surfers, whiffs of freon...
Ain't it a shame that all the world can't enjoy your mad traditions?
Ain't it a shame that all the world don't got keys to their own ignitions
life is the longest death in California
A E A E F#madd11 B
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
A E F# B A E
So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead...
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