California, here I come,
A-Right back where I started from.
Where bowers of flowers bloom in the sun.
Each morning at dawning,
Birdies sing and everything.

A sun-kissed miss said, Don't be late
A-That's why I can hardly wait.
So open up that Golden Gate,
California, here I come, yeah!
Whoo!

California, here I come, whoo!
Right back where I started from.
Where bowers of flowers bloom in the sun.
Each morning at dawning,
Birdies sing and everything.

A sun-kissed miss said, Don't be late
A-That's why I can hardly wait.
So open up that Golden Gate,
California, here I come, yeah!

Whoo!

Whoo!
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