text: GEttin bOrn in the state of Mississippi
  POppa was a copper and her momma was a hippIE
  In AlabamAAA she would swing a hammeR
  Price you gotta pay when you break the pAnOrAmA
  She nEEver knew that there was anything more than pOOr
  What in the world, what does your compAaAaAny tAke me for?
  Black bandana, sweet LouisiAnA
  Robbin’ on a bank in the state of California
  Shes a runner, rebel and a stunner
  On hEr mErry wAy sAyIn, BAby, whAt yOU gOnnA—?
  Lookin’ down the barrel of a hOt mEEtal .45
  Just another way to survivEEEEE
  California, rest in peace
  California, Us believes
  California, show your teeth
  California Im your priest, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, YEAH, yeah
  Shes a lOvEr, bAbY And a fIgHtEr
  Shoulda seen her comin when it got California
  With a name like Deni Californuh
  Day was gonna come when I was California
  A little loaded she was StEALIn anOthEr brEAth
  I love my baby to dEEEEEEEEEEEEEUHHHHH
  California, rest in pPpEeEaAaCcCeEe
  Saamultaneous relEeEaAase
  California, sHoW yOuR tEaTh
  Shes my priestess
  Im your pRiEsT, yEaAaH, YEEEaAaAh
  Who kNeW thE oThEr sIdE Of yOu?
  WhO kNeW wHAt OthErs dIEd tO prOoOve?
  ToOoO truUue tO sAy gOoOdbyE tO yOu
  ToOoO truUue, tOoOoO sAd, sAd, sAd...
  ...
  ...
  YeEeAaAh
  [worst guitar solo possible[