(Go To) California

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