Snow on the mountains
The valley's hot and bright
Palm trees are glistening
There's not a cloud in sight
I love the foothills
And I love the sea
If you feel what I feel
There's no place to be
But California
California
California
California
February Saturdays
As sunny as can be
The flowers always bloom
And there's always fruit to eat
I love Pomona
And my city, she loves me
If you feel what I feel
There's no place to be
But California
California
California
California
Claremont, upland Ontario
Chino and Montclair
All the cities raised me
And I smoked just everywhere
I passed the streets
That my friends had growing up
And everyone has left
Or just simply given up
In California
California
California
California
California
California
California
California
