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Welcome to my California Christmas
Twinkling lights on all the fake palm trees
The only snow that falls
Is the fake stuff at the mall
Bathing suits and eighty-five degrees (ah, ah)
Welcome to my California Christmas (welcome to my California)
The skies are blue, the Sun is warm and bright (the skies are blue, the Sun is warm and bright)
When Santa Claus makes the drive (ah)
Stuck in traffic on the 5 (ba-ba-ba-ba)
It's a California Christmas Eve
So grab a Christmas tree
I'll meet you down the beach
Plant your mistletoes in the sand right next to me
'Cause that pacific breeze
Is gonna set you free
I'll be wishing you a California, California
Welcome to my California Christmas (welcome to the West Coast Christmas)
The avocado groves and graffiti kings (avocados, avocados)
The Grammy's fight for waves
As the sunset melts away
Garage rock evening filled with broken strings (ba-ba-ba-ba)
All the way
From out in east lA
Down the coast in your Camaro Christmas sleigh
Ring the Christmas bell
Gonna let the
And I'll be wishing you a California, California
Christmas (ah)
Put up a tree at your favorite beach with a smoothie
Throw your board in the car in case there's a Christmas swell
There'll be [?] and sunshine and seagulls and maybe jacuzzis
Strike up the band, toes in the sand, ringing the Christmas bells, yeah
Santa hat and shades are so passé
What a Californian thing to say
The Día de Los Reyes
The Pasadena rose parade
The best of west coast seasonal clichés
Throw your Christmas tree
Up on your SUV
Make your plans in the pacific sand and set them free
Hang your Christmas lights
And make the season bright
And I'll be wishing up a California Christmas for ya
(California, California)
(California, California)
Ba-ba-ba
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