Palm trees in the sunlight, very little rain
When I was a little boy, it was much the same
Ocean liner Caddy, nineteen-sixty-two
Daddy's got the radio on, Mamma's sleeping through
Palm Springs dreaming
Palm Springs dreaming
In a desert canyon, I begin to faint
BB guns and pop cans, blurred mirage to paint
Funny running lizards, vicious little ants
In the desert heat-beat, I commence to dance-ing
Palm Springs dreaming
Palm springs dreaming...