“Sitting in a park in Paris, France

Reading the news and it sure looks bad

They won't give peace a chance

That was just a dream some of us had

Still a lot of land to see

But I wouldn't stay here

It's too old and cold and settled in its ways here.

Oh, but California

California, I'm coming home

I'm going to see the folks I dig

I'll even kiss a sunset pig

California, I'm coming home.”