California Dreams

The greatest place thats ever been
Free from all sorrow or stain of sin
Where the guilty all are punished
and the innocent are clean
California Dreams
Doncha know what I mean?

All of my life I've heard of this state
beyond the setting sun
All that I know is I've just got to go
there before my race is run

The greatest words you'll ever hear
are "I love you" an "Have no fear"
I don't know about much else
but yes I have been told
In California Dreams
the streets are paved with gold

Bikini girls and flowerpot men
they all wear a smile
Someday I guess the whole world will be like this
yeah, in just a little while

Who's that driving down Mullholland
A blonde on his arm and a hispanic guide?
Yes, its the one and only citizen Booker
Man of the east and New Jerseys pride
He come way out here to the ends of the earth
because hes got to be satisfied

C.W.Booker Now Bookers in the news
Hes wearing leather sandles
instead of wingtip shoes
He come here to testify
Even fat men get the blues
Lord have mercy Lord have mercy
C.W.Bookers in the news

But theres terrible words on the radio
The governors been shot it was quite a show
How terrible unbearably sad
Its enough to make you mad
School children interviewed all over the state
said "He was the kinda guy made this country great"
Gardeners on estates in Malibu
all contributed a condolence or two

And the surfers all on surfers point
said " Like dude this really bums out the joint"
It was only the elegant english emigree
Sir Eddie Popper who had this to say
"There's been rumor's round of something of a shadow
Like they say in L.A. the coke must flow"
And whatever else he said somehow got erased
when the interview cut to an ad for toothpaste

Booker and Juan Pistoles on I-99
Pistole said "You got yours and I've got mine
You wanna buy burritos babe you'd better pay the bill
Because if the left hand don't getcha the right hand will"

"We have much in common Juan, you and me
I face much prejudice coming from New Jersey
The safest course of all for those who would appear wise
is to only present as true that which you know to be lies

and dead men tell no tales"

The greatest place that will ever be
waits there for you and there for me
Where it never rains on monday
and friday nights are always fair
California dreamin
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

All of my life I have wanted to go
to the swimming pools and Mercedes Benz
Cool summer jazz, good vibes and the Nazz
and all of the people are your friends

C.W.Booker Now Bookers in the news
Hes come to make you an offer
that you cannot refuse
He come here to testify
Even fat men get the blues
Lord have mercy Lord have mercy
C.W.Bookers in the news

Personal power is the answer
Personal power and lucid dreaming
Awaken the inner giant
Rise above the highest ceiling

Man this stuff is really great
Take control of your own fate
Be the you you always were
Stronger faster higher further

in the temple of the God's
Aquariums connected to lightning rods
Soar like an eagle tiger butterfly
Write your name across the sky

No longer the moment is times slave
Ride with me the perfect wave

To sunbleached beaches kissed with foam
Where even the ice cream man whispers "Aum"

Fourty two million technicolor deliriums
Where question mark and the mysteriums

challenge the dragons of green nameless fear
Twas then that Booker got an Idea

He arose then like a bear from hibernation
Among the writhing naked bodies in celebration
of youth beauty and let's not forget isolation

Sir Eddie raised a glass to toast andromeda
The girl with big boobs stared into an empty camera
The waiter brought hors-d'oeuvres in a way most muscular

The harpischord bowed low and began to dance
Nobody seemed to notice that it wore no pants
Yes, the furniture was nude in the height of decadance

Lo calorie crackers spread high with pheasant pate'
Wind chimes were playing mozart in a slightly mixed up way
It was a way cool exotic and at times even semi erotic cafe

' Booker stumbles through the french doors
Down below on the shore the mighty ocean roars

"Must reach water" he thinks
The smell of urine, vomit and spilled drinks
covers the patio

He slips and bounces down the wooden stairs
He bleeds as he crawls but no one cares
where he may go

In the morning the mansion was all but empty
The beautiful people were off to another party

There untill ten he did lay
looking like a castaway
with his head pounding in a terrible way

Pistoles came by and he did say
"Hey, man, like you okay?"
In Bookers eyes was a look from far.far away

Now there's a place that I have heard
where the cookoo mates with the mockingbird
Where the future happens first
come tomorrow
California Dreamin'
Thats where I wanna go

Seven fourty seven, nine ninety nine
and one fifty three
No need to spend, party without end
California by the sea
On number two twenty seven on satelite TV
Now there's the California Channel
and it's owned by Mister B

Sellin tee shirts, perfume and lawn furniture
While the amplified guitars do play
Oh, what a beautiful morning
Oh what a beautiful day

Somewhere on a beach
far far far away
that no one knows about
where all the heavies play

in the strangest silence
of the perpetual noise
that's where you'll find him
the last of the surfer boys