I used to live in California
Or somewhere where the palm trees lined the winding road
Maybe south of LA
I was a child just yesterday
Who knows, who knows
Don't tell me that I didn't warn ya
These twisted hands still have the sting of '44
Where's my beautiful gal?
Have you seen that Femme Fatal
She knows, she knows
I used to walk on my own
Tear down anything in my way
I'll never talk about Bastogne
I was there just yesterday
I never lived in Oklahoma!
I don't care what that piece of paper says
So I don't know your face
Quit yer cryin' and get me outta this place
Today...today!
And take me home to California
There's a party waiting for the boys and me
And my beautiful gal, have you seen that Femme Fatale?
You'll see...you'll see
