Hot California Nights - P. J. Proby

Hot california nights all alone in l.a.

the streets are streams of worn out dreams and hopes of yesterday

where are you hollywood queen vanished from the silver screen

faded goddess cant leave your eden

your lips are shakin your memory aching

for all the men that you once were making

on hot california nights

Hot california girls beautiful people land

fantasy is reality and no one understands

where has mama gone is the trail beyond our skies

surfer girls become foxy ladies

their minds are blowing the flowers calling

eight miles high and now theyre falling

hot california girls

The prophet said the giant whale will rise

and open up its jaws to paradiseto paradise

i saw the notice on the billboard stand

it said final week of the promised land

youre in the cast you just cant get away

and the poet will lead the last crusade

the actor star in the cavalcade

but the prophet said the singer has to stay

Hot california sun burning up my days

the hot rod town is all shut down custom built decay

where have the beach boys gone wiped out by tidal waves

no more surfing on oil kissed beaches

the earth is changing and rearranging

no one left there meditating

in the hot california sun

Sha la la la la sha la la la la hot california nights