I'm leaving California, baby, turning my body all brown
They got that integrated sunshine and they don't want you hanging around.
Give me a highway to walk on and a road I can use to lie down
They're coming, 12,000 Hondas and a Cobra gonna shake up the ground.
You're going down to the ocean and the swimming's nearly obsolete
They got surfers up above you, they got frogmen nibbling at your feet
I woke up this morning and my hair was turning to blonde
My eyebrows were longer and my cool disposition was gone
I'm leaving California, riding on an eastbound train
..., plow through the snow and rain
Well they roll you in the morning, they roll you through the day and night
They got a game called Sausalito and they play it in the broad daylight