California Style

And let down our hair--California Style
Take a lesson, leave 'em guessin'
Grab the Wesson and make a mess of everything--California Style
And if anyone comes around
And wants to settle up the score
I’m gonna open up my arms
There’s always room for more
We got sloppy on the Cherocol
Leaning up agains the wall--California Style
You know I can’t hypnotize
When your hair is hanging in your eyes--California Style
I wanna reach inside my skin
And pull out everything that smells like sin--California Style
Lay it out on a platter
And write your name out in the splatter--California Style