| We were sick and tired of Buffalo,
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| Tired of freezin' and shovelin' snow
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| So we packed it up and moved out to the coast,
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| To find us a house in California.
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| Somethin' at the beach or Hollywood,
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| Three of four bedrooms sound real good,
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| Don’t have to have a pool or river run,
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| Just a simple little house in California.
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| The bank said, «son, what do you do?»,
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| I said I play guitar down at the Rendez-vous,
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| He said, «boy you got to be a big time actor or a Corporate lawyer,
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| If you want to buy a house in California!»
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| 'Cause it don’t snow and it don’t rain,
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| Ever' day looks the same,
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| And before you pack your thangs, let me warn ya',
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| It’s the land of milk and honey,
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| But you better have good money,
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| If you’re lookin' for a house in California!
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| Well I got me a job, my wife’s got two,
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| Kids flippin' burgers at the local drive-thru,
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| We all doin' everything we can,
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| We savin' for a house in California.
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| Then one day the bank starts shakin',
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| The sky went dark and the earth was a quakin'
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| Then o’r night, it be came alarmin',
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| How the price dropped on a house in California!
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| Well it needs a roof and it needs a floor,
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| Yeah yeah, it’s a real fixer-upper,
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| Friends back east said somebody should have warned
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| Ya, about buyin' my big house in California.
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| 'Cause it don’t snow and it don’t rain,
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| Ever' day looks the same,
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| And before you pack your thangs, let me warn ya',
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| It’s the land of milk and honey,
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| But you better have good money,
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| If you’re lookin' for a house in California! |