LA, Kalifornia
LA, Kalifornia
LA, Kalifornia
LA, Kalifornia

Doo
Da da da da, de, ooh
Da da da da, de, ooh
Da da da, oh

No sun will forever remind you of
What you left behind you
Reeling in disgust

The wind dancing from the west
Spruced and nearly dressed
May spill your bone of dust

Worry not my timid child
Drop your load and rest awhile
Keep these photographs of her
She was young and more secure, Kalifornia

LA, Kalifornia
LA, Kalifornia
LA, Kalifornia
LA, Kalifornia

Doo
Da da da da, de, ooh
Da da da da, de, ooh
Da da da, oh

You were so tall and handsome
Took her love for ransom, Kalifornia
Crawl for this withered wonderland
Strangled by your hand, baby, Kalifornia

Worry not my timid child
Drop your load and rest awhile
Keep these photographs of her
She was young and more secure, Kalifornia

LA, Kalifornia
LA, Kalifornia

You took her out of a cool, hip crowd
Took her for all she could give
Gave her a bath in your dry martini and
Tossed her back out in the fields of Miss America

Worry not my timid child
She spends her evenings running wild
Keep these photographs of her

Now that she's cold and insecure
Take back every seed you sowed
And back down deep within her soul

Kalifornia
Kalifornia
Kalifornia

LA, Kalifornia
LA, Kalifornia
LA, Kalifornia
LA, Kalifornia
LA, Kalifornia

Doo
Da da da da, de, ooh
Da da da da, de, ooh
Da da da, oh

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Writer(s): David Ryan Harris, Frank Waddy, George Clinton, Jonny Colt, Kenny Cresswell, William Collins