I real-ly dig those styles they wear;
And the South-ern girls with the way they talk,
They knock me out when I’m down there,
The mid-west farm-ers daugh-ters
Real-ly make you feel al-right,
And the north=ern girls with the way they kiss
They keep their boy-friends warm at night.
Chorus:
Girls
[I wish they all could be Cal-i-forn-nia,]
Girls
[I wish they all could be Cal-i-for-nia,]
I wish they all could be Cal-i-for-nia Girls
The West coast has the sun-shine,
And the girls all get so tanned;
I dig a French bi-ki-ni on Ha-wai-ian is-lands,
Dolls by a palm tree in the sand,
I been all a-round this great big world,
And I’ve seen all kinds of girls,
But I could-n’t wait to get back in the states,
Back to the cut-est girls in the world.
Chorus:
Tag (Ad Lib):
Girls Girls Girls Girls
I dig them – Girls
[I wish they all could be Cal-i-for-nia,]
I dig them – Girls
Girls Girls Girls Girls
[I wish they all could be Cal-i-for-nia,]
I dig them – Girls
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