oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh oooh ooh.
California baby caught my eye, lying on the beach while I surfed by.
Then when we met, I'll never forget: you were so tan and me in my bed.
California baby, by my side.
California baby, don't you cry.
I'll be right beside you, do or die.
We'll ride through stormy surf, we'll ride the curl, for all that it's worth.
California baby, don't you cry.
— Jerry Burnham & Wayne Cook
Palm trees and sunshine, long walks on the beach.
There's a lot we can learn, a lot I can teach.
Campfires keep glowing; our love keeps growing.
This love that we feel can't be wrong.
California baby, don't you cry.
I'll be right beside you, do or die. (do or die) We'll ride through stormy surf.
We'll ride the curl, for all that it's worth.
California baby, california baby, california baby, don't you cry.
Don't you cry.
Don't you cry.
Ooooh.

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