Up above the sunny skies in south California

There's a wounded rocket flying high, heading homeward

It came from a hollow, under a hill

And soon there'll be nobody left to kill

In California



Last night captain Black went dancing at the Whiskey A-Go-Go

When a well-known groupie knocked him back, busted his ego

Stoned out of his head, he crawled off to bed

The following morning he went to the pad

The missile was standing pointing to the skies of California



The red balloon was flying high, watching the weather

Captain Black was trying hard to get it together

Immediate names came into his brain

A rocket from China, a Russian plane

He pushed the wrong button and soon there'll be no place called

California