Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cruising California (Bumpin' In My Trunk), artist - The Offspring. Album song Days Go By, in the genre ПанкDate of issue: 25.06.2012
Record label: Round Hill
Song language: English
Cruising California (Bumpin' In My Trunk) |
| Boom, boom, boom |
| Turn up the beat, yeah |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, |
| I wanna feel it California — don’t cha wish that you could come |
| Cause we’re never going home |
| Till the summer’s all gone |
| Ahh, summertime and the living’s easy |
| Cruisin', bumpin' my Huntington Beach |
| Cause the sun will shine |
| We have a good time |
| They all line up for a bump and grind |
| And the girl that you want |
| Is directly out in front |
| And she’s waving her caboose at you |
| You sneeze |
| Achoo |
| She calls you out woo hoo! |
| ‘I know you heard that bass |
| Bumpin' in my trunk |
| B-bumpin' in my trunk |
| B-bumpin' in my trunk' - Oh yeah! |
| ‘I know you heard that bass |
| Bumpin' in my trunk -uh huh |
| B-bumpin' in my trunk — uh huh |
| B-bumpin' in my trunk' - Let’s go! |
| Boom, boom, boom |
| Turn up the beat, yeah |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, |
| I wanna feel it California — don’t cha wish that you could come |
| Cause we’re never going home |
| Till the summer’s all gone |
| The sun goes down |
| The fire pits leap |
| It’s another summer night here in the OC |
| Well I’m not no baller |
| Though I do have an Impala |
| And I might say hey |
| But I’d never say holla |
| And the girl with the gloss |
| And a G-string just like floss |
| Well she’s waving her caboose at you |
| I bet you do! |
| She calls you out woo hoo! |
| ‘I know you heard that bass |
| Bumpin' in my trunk — Uh huh |
| B-bumpin' in my trunk — Uh huh |
| B-bumpin' in my trunk' - Bump that trunk! |
| ‘I know you heard that bass |
| Bumpin' in my trunk -Uh huh |
| B-bumpin' in my trunk — Uh huh |
| B-bumpin' in my trunk' - Let’s go! |
| Boom, boom, boom |
| Turn up the beat, yeah |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, |
| I wanna feel it California — don’t cha wish that you could come |
| With the radio on Blazin' all summer long |
| Boom, boom, boom |
| You’re all up freakin' |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, |
| My friends are drinkin' |
| California — don’t cha wish that you could come |
| Cause we’re never going home |
| Till the summer’s all gone |