Lyrics

We hit the mother road in a bakery van
Five mop tops in a hillbilly band
The sunset’s drippin’ ice cream and the
DJ spins an bubble gum song

Hollywood and Vine, endless summer of love
All of the crimes we were innocent of
My wingman’s drumming four-on-the-floor and the
Back seat boys are singing along

Goodbye Momma, she’s calling
My California
Don’t cry momma - ya gotta believe
We’re gonna make it big
[Just you wait and see]

Now, they call me ‘Mountain Man’ when I’m shootin’ the curl
This ain’t no farmer’s tan, I’m a man of the world
I don’t mind getting ragdolled if some
Beach Betties are eggin’ me on

We finally hit the stage for the matinee show
Two songs in, well whaddaya know
The whole Rendezvous Ballroom
Is twistin’ and singing along

Goodbye Momma, she’s calling
My California
Don’t cry momma - listen for me
We’re gonna make it big

Goodbye Momma, she’s calling
My California
Don’t cry momma - ya gotta believe
We’re gonna make it big
[Just you wait and see]