I just was reminded of a song from my youth and having no luck googling.
Kansas City here I come
Right back where I started from…
The one I know is :
California, here I come right back where I started from.
Where Bowers of flowers bloom in the sun.
Each morning at dawning, birdies sing an’ everything.
A sunkist miss said, “Don’t be late” that’s why I can hardly wait.
Open up that Golden Gate,
California here I come.
Here it is.
