When I hear these cheesy odes to california
these songs that every dork can sing along
I wish that I had been to California
to prove these naive fairy-tales as wrong
But I guess my thoughts are born of the frustration
that if I ever find my way down there
I‘d probably build up the same relation
and everything I said wouldn‘t be fair
‘Cause my sun shines through smoking chimneys
I always loved the atmosphere
in the heart of the city
how could somebody like me not like it here?
And if the time comes that you drop the pills in
‘cause you can‘t find the way out of your mind
see, everyone gets sad, even Brian Wilson
‘cause happiness today is hard to find
And everyone around here longs for sunshine
the rain keeps falling all through the year
but to emigrate would probably be the wrong sign
home is where the heart is, my heart‘s here
‘Cause my sun shines through smoking chimneys
I always loved the atmosphere
in the heart of the city
how could somebody like me not like it here?
What can you offer California,
that I don‘t already have here?
