Going Back To Cali

I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali

I'm going back to Cali

Hm, I don't think so

I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali

I'm going back to Cali

Hm, 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 Daytons

Nardi steering wheel, plushed out, gold-leaf phantom top

And three girls waiting

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

Yeah, 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

I know a place, on Sunset, it's a trip

Where the AC's cold, but 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

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, risin', surprisin'

Advisin', realizin' she's sizin' 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 was 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

Excuse me, I don't think so