Too much, too late
I try hard, I can't wait
To hear you say the words
Fade away, are we thinking
Of the same thing again
If we are we cannot lose it
Just cause silence is a sin

I'll scream, you shout,
Three strikes (and) you're out
Of cash, but that's ok
We don't need it anyway
Down, low down, get down alright
We've/i've got ourselves a song,
And we'll sing it all night

In a town called california
The air is sweet
And a cold glass of coca cola
Will keep you on your feet
Right (out) here in california
The streets are paved with gold
I don't care what they tell ya
There's no cure for growin' old

It's another day
Another chance to throw it all away

I've got an itch
To scream and bitch
But please don't ask me to get off
My assets are frozen
My circuitry's broke
Find myself a laughin'
I don't know any jokes

In a town called California
The air is sweet
And a cold glass of coca cola
Will keep you on your feet
Right (out) here in California
The streets are paved with gold
I don't care what they tell ya
There's no cure for growin' old

Right here in California
The air is sweet
And a cold glass of coca cola
Will keep you on your feet
Right (out) here in California
The streets are paved with gold
I don't care what they tell ya
There's no cure for growin' old
Growin' cold, growin' old

Writer : S. CLARKE, T. COCHRAN
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group