Pasadena

Oh, you railway station
Oh, you Pullman train
Here's my reservation
For my destination
Far beyond the western plain
To see my home in Pasadena
My home, where grass is greener

Where honey bees
Hum melodies
And orange trees
Scent the breeze
I want to be a home-sweet-homer
Why, then I'll settle down
Beneath those palms
In someone's arms
In Pasadena, yes, in Pasadena town