I had a 49 Merc that I chopped myself
 chip on my shoulder and a story to tell
 I was three years clean and I just woke up
 So I told all my [bad word] and packed up the [bad word]  Had a hand full of luck a fist full of times
 slouch in my stance so I made up my mind
 I'm changin' my gears I'm changin' the time
 Still chased by the devil that I'm leavin' behind
 And so I'm

 Drivin' to Kalifornia
 I'm drivin' to Kalifornia

 Got a full tank of gas and I lightened the load
 Shined the white walls up then I hit the road
 T-Roy shotgun I'm behind the wheel
 All my boys got my back from the city of steel
 And when I pull fifth gear man she's like a weapon
 Doin' 95 on a stairway to heaven
 Got my ears on bright so we can avoid the lights
 Mic check one two everything's alright and so I'm

 Drivin' to Kalifornia
 I'm drivin' to Kalifornia

 I want to know what it feels like
 It feels like livin' free
 Somewhere to roll where the sun shines
 It shines right down on me

 Drivin' to Kalifornia
 Where the sun shines down and it's always around, sing
 Hot Rod Betties up and down the west coast
 Drivin' to Kalifornia
 Where the sun shines down and it's always around, sing
 Drivin' to Kalifornia
 Where you feel it the most, big waves up and down the west coast