too much, too late i try hard, i can't wait to hear you say the words fade away, are we thinking of the same thing again if we are we cannot lose it just cause silence is a sin
i'll scream, you shout, three strikes (and) you're out of cash, but that's ok we don't need it anyway down, low down, get down alright we've/i've got ourselves a song, and we'll sing it all night
in a town called california the air is sweet and a cold glass of coca cola will keep you on your feet right (out) here in california the streets are paved with gold i don't care what they tell ya there's no cure for growin' old
it's another day another chance to throw it all away
i've got an itch to scream and bitch but please don't ask me to get off my assets are frozen my circuitry's broke find myself a laughin' i don't know any jokes
in a town called california the air is sweet and a cold glass of coca cola will keep you on your feet right (out) here in california the streets are paved with gold i don't care what they tell ya there's no cure for growin' old
right here in california the air is sweet and a cold glass of coca cola will keep you on your feet right (out) here in california the streets are paved with gold i don't care what they tell ya there's no cure for growin' old growin' cold, growin' old