Lyrics
I got on board of a westbound 747
Didn't think before deciding what to do
All that talk about those TV breaks and movies
Rang true, sure rang true
Seems it never rains in Southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California but, girl, don't they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours
Out of work, I'm out of my head
Out of self respect, I'm out of bread
I'm underloved and I'm underfed
I wanna go home
It never rains in California but, girl, don't they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours
Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it?
I had offers, didn't know which one to take
Please, don't tell them how you found me
Oh, don't tell them how you found me
Gimme a break, oh gimme a break
Seems it never rains in Southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California but, girl, don't they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours
It never rains in California but, girl, don't they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours
It pours, man, it pours