Sunset bookies runnin' Hollywood cookies
And drinkin' that BB wine
Midnight hookers and mid-west lookers
Tryin' to arrange some time

Ain't a thing I knew that can't be sold
Everybody's lookin' for California gold
Worn out bikinis and sun-baked weanies
Why there's mustard in the sand
Little dog walkers and big deal talkers
There's no place left to stand

Even on a sunny day they're cold
Everybody's lookin' for California gold
I've been too long
I don't belong

California gold got me sinkin' in the sand
We're worlds apart
But we're heart to heart
I'm comin' home baby
Tell me that you love your man
Malibu rompers
With their Gucci store lockers
Put their noses on the line
Everybody's playin' and nobody's stayin'
Leavin' all the kids behind

Ain't a thing I knew that won't be sold
Everybody's lookin' for California gold
Gold, gold
California gold
California gold
California gold…….