Oh, you railway station
oh, you pullman train
here's my reservation
for may destination
far beyond the westward plain
to see my home in Pasadena
Home where grass is greener
where honey bees
sing melodies
and autumn leaves fill the trees
I want to build a home sweet home dear
there I'll settle down
beneath the palms
In someone's arms
In Pasadena town

Cheers

Bugsy