When the wintry winds starts blowing
And the snow is starting in a fall
Then my eyes went westward knowing
That's the place that I love best of all
California I've been blue
Since I've been away from you
I can't wait till I get blowing
Even now I'm starting in a call

California, here [bad word] Right back where I started from
Where bowers of flowers bloom in the spring
Each morning at dawning birdies sing at everything
sun kissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
That's why I can hardly wait
Open up that golden gate
California, here [bad word] 
California, here [bad word]  yeah
Right back where I started from
Where bowers of flowers bloom in the spring
Each morning at dawning birdies sing at everything
sun kissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
That's why I can hardly [bad word] on [bad word] on
Open up, open up, open up that golden gate
California, here [bad word]