Lyrics:
"California Wine"
Stuffed a bag with the contraband
Red solo cups and a tripod stand
I'd like to get a picture overlooking the land
Just you and I and our
Roach coach Mexican horn
Singing "La Cucaracha"
Suede face, beggin' for bones
Won't stop till he's got ya
Surfer-boy, skating to Hell
Be home by
You think Oakland California is a city of punks
It only takes a second, to pop the trunk
And just like that you know it's real
You're in the right
feels the way she looks at you
I'd be jealous too, I'd be jealous too
She's a California red in a dive bar
Hourglass body like a guitar
That forever
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
Bywa że spełnia się najdziwniejszy z przedziwnych sen
Wariat traf nagle wskaże cię weźmie cię w ramiona Jumbo Jet
California mon amour śmieszne
head
The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"
"I love you"
"I
just once more
If only to the California Line
Hear that lonesome whistle callin'
On the barren dessert fallin'
Loud and clear, just hear that lonesome
Fire walkers feel no pain from the coals
Ruled by passion beyond their control
Vengeance is king in the zone of Red Vision
Sparks fly and tempers
Church to ten
Thought, "Man, it feels good to be country again"
Yeah, I love me some California
But it sure ain't Tennessee
And my roots down there
All the roses are red, and Jupiter too
I'm lying in my nightgown
Making confessions to you
It's all over now, baby blue
All my secrets are out
I told
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
I'm going coast to coast
I'm going nationwide
I got my hand on the trigger
Got my girl by my side
I got the looks that kill
I got a license
ashes
Dust to dust, when the red lights flashes
What the f*** does "OK" stand for,
When the afterlife is nothing worth dying for?
I've got the urge
Yeah, I got three women
Red, blonde hair, and brunette
I got three women
Red, blonde, and brunette
It took a digital photograph to pick which one I
representative from California has the floor"
Sieg Heil to the president Gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
of the isle
Watching the stars blow by
The stars blow by
Red red
You're in my head
You're in my head
There's a fire in the building
There is sun when it is
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the California sunshine
[Chorus]
I'm in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard,
We can't find Biggies killers so we gave Diddy a star,
And I'm by
Wanted man in California,
Wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City,
Wanted man in Ohio
Wanted man in Mississippi,
Wanted man in ol'
a brown L.A. Haze
And I just want you back by my side
Yes it's been quite a summer
Rent-a-cars and west bound trains
And now you're off on vacation
last weekend
He couldn't look me in the eye
I heard he thinks I hate you
But I couldn't if I tried
I hope you finally make your way to California
Sunrise, blue skies, a pair of bloody, swollen eyes
Vultures fly high over California skies
Publish in crime, can you read between the lines?
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