It's a silver mornin'
People getting' up above the city
Hot sun is a-comin'
And the buck and doe will sleep above the city

California hilltop mornin' in the
Gold and the olive and the cinnamon brown
California hilltop mornin' in the
Chaparral above the cinnamon town
High on the hill above the cinnamon town

Oh, you gotta run with your dog and chase a covey of quail
Or hear a motorcycle reachin' on the Beechwood Trail
Burnin' in the sun
City of the Angels

Silver mornin'
Smoke hangin' over the city
Hot sun is a-pourin'
Down through the clouds into the city

California hilltop mornin' in the
Gold and the olive and the cinnamon brown
California hilltop mornin' in the
Chaparral above the cinnamon town
High on the hill above the cinnamon town
Oh, oh, you gotta run with your dog and chase a covey of quail
Or hear a motorcycle reachin' on the Beechwood Trail
Oh, City of the Angels

(Silver) Silver mornin'
(Smog) Smog hangin' over the city
(Hot) Hot sun is a-pourin'
Down through the clouds into the city
(Pourin' like a fire through the alleys)
Down through the clouds into the city
(City of the Angels)
City, oh (Pourin' like a fire on the rooftops)
City, oh (Pourin' like a fire in the city)
City, oh (Pourin' like a fire in the city)
City, oh (Pourin' like a fire from the rooftops)
(Can't you feel it? You got to breathe it, don't you know?)
Oh (No)
Oh (No, no, no, no)
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah