I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
  I'm going back to Cali.. hmm, I don't think so
  I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
  I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so
    Going back to Cali, stylin, profilin
  Growlin, and smilin, while in the sun
  The top is down, on the black Corvette
  And it's fly, cause it's sittin on Dayton's
  Laurents steering wheel, plushed out, gold-leaf phantom top
  and three girls waiting
  VRRRROOM engine's blowin, the chrome, is shining
  Passing all the cars on the way
  Movement of the wind, back wheels spin
  Pop in a cassette and push play
    I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
  I'm going back to Cali - yea y'all, I don't think so
  I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
  I'm going back to Cali..
    I'm going back to Cali, shakin 'em, bakin 'em
  Takin 'em to spots they never before hung
  ?? the place, on Sunset it's a trip
  Where the A.C.'s cold, and the girls still strip
  The record skip, but this girl kept dancin
  Prancin, grindin, grinnin, romancin
  I asked her to the barn, so we could hit the hay
  I wanna do this, Brutus, but I don't wanna pay
    I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
  I'm going back to Cali - no man I don't think so
  I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
  I'm going back to Cali..
  ..
    I'm going back to Cali, rising, surprising
  Advising realizing, she's sizing me up
  Her bikini - small; heels - tall
  She said, she liked, the ocean
  She showed me a beach, gave me a peach
  and pulled out the suntan lotion
  Now I thought that was fast, but this girl was faster
  She's lookin for a real good time
  I said, "Close your eyes, I got a surprise,"
  and I ran away with the bottle of wine
    I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
  I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so
  I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
  I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so
    [saxophone solo]