Oh, you railway station
Oh, you Pullman train
Heres my reservation
For my destination
Far beyond the western plain

To see my home in Pasadena
My home, where grass is greener
Where honey bees, hum melodies
And orange trees scent the breeze       

I want to be a home-sweet-homer 
Why, then Ill settle down
Beneath those palms in someones arms
In Pasadena
Yes, in Pasadena town
