Too much, too late
I try hard, I can't wait
To hear you say the words
Fade away, are we thinking
Of the same thing again
If we are we cannot lose it
Just cause silence is a sin
I'll scream, you shout
Three strikes (and) you're out
Of cash, but that's ok
We don't need it anyway
Down, low down, get down alright
We've/i've got ourselves a song
And we'll sing it all night
In a town called california
The air is sweet
And a cold gla** of c**a cola
Will keep you on your feet
Right (out) here in california
The streets are paved with gold
I don't care what they tell ya
There's no cure for growin' old
It's another day
Another chance to throw it all away
I've got an itch
To scream and b**h
But please don't ask me to get off
My a**ets are frozen
My circuitry's broke
Find myself a laughin'
I don't know any jokes
In a town called California
The air is sweet
And a cold gla** of c**a cola
Will keep you on your feet
Right (out) here in California
The streets are paved with gold
I don't care what they tell ya
There's no cure for growin' old
Right here in California
The air is sweet
And a cold gla** of c**a cola
Will keep you on your feet
Right (out) here in California
The streets are paved with gold
I don't care what they tell ya
There's no cure for growin' old
Growin' cold, growin' old