Sangtekst: Uncle Kracker. Happy Hour. I Hate California.

She's probably in a Bentley
Showin' off her new fake boobies
Tryin' to break into the movies
With some producer who seduced her
With some sushi and cologne

She's probably down on Sunset
Doin' all the things that she ain't done yet
With some actor she calls Hector
Man, I wish she'd meet Phil Spector
And he'd ask to take her home

She's lovin' California, she loves the beach
She loves the party everyday
Pina Coladas on the sidewalk in L.A.
Ever since she went away, I hate California

Maybe she's livin' in a commune
Dancin' with hippies under the moon
It's all free love, weed and patchouli
And there's a guru named Fuzuli
And he's doin' her for sure

Maybe she's strummin' some big rock star
Drinkin' pink cosmos at the Sky Bar
Those Hollyweirdos with their tofu, avocado
I bet she thinks she won the lotto good for her

She's lovin' California, she loves the beach
She loves the party everyday
Pina Coladas on the sidewalk in L.A.
Ever since she went away, I hate California

I think I seen her on TV, last night on TMZ
With the pretty people on parade
She's sellin' Scientology with John, Tommy and Katie
Man, I bet she's really got it made

She's lovin' California
That string bikini and the sunshine on her face

She's lovin' California, she loves the beach
She loves the party everyday
Pina Coladas on the sidewalk in L.A.
Ever since she went away, I hate California