Another year he couldn't handle
The fall of the leaves
So he drove to California
Where pretty people breed
Kissed a girl who'd seen the future
Her lips were softer than sage
She said "Your skin may hang looser
But your spirit never aged"
Oooh
Oooh
He built a house out of bluebirds
But they all flew away
So he climbed a magnolia
Searching for some shade
It's all yours
It's all yours
It's all yours
Ohh Ohhh
It's all yours
It's all yours
It's all yours
Ohh Ohhh
In his path he found an old man
Been picked apart by a gang of thieves
He held his hand and kept his good word
Became the California King
It's all yours
It's all yours
It's all yours
Ohh Ohhh
It's all yours
It's all yours
It's all yours
Ohh Ohhh