The owner was my hero. We stopped off at a California Mission Church— to worship these Bavarian monks, heros to purity and all automotive virtue.
California dreamin’ (California dreamin’)
On such a winter’s day
Stopped into a church
I passed along the way
Well, I got down on my knees (got down on my knees)
And I pretend to pray (I pretend to pray)
You know the preacher like the cold (preacher like the cold)
He knows I’m gonna stay (knows I’m gonna stay)
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California dreamin’ (California dreamin’)
On such a winter’s day