There's something about the weather
That everybody loves
They call it the Indian spring of Sacramento
And when the sun is up in the sky
The wind is blowing by the riverside most every day
You're in Sacramento, a wonderful town
Sing sing, sing din-di-din
There's something about the people
That everybody knows
That gives you a tender feeling of confusion
You're feeling lonely, but you don't know
Until this other feeling here inside you starts to grow
You're in Sacramento, a wonderful town
Sing sing, sing din-di-din
Now the spring is near again
And you're thinking if only you were not so lonely
But you can ease your restless mind
'Cause all the people are the loving kind in Sacramento
There's something about the weather
That everybody loves
They call it the Indian spring of Sacramento
You're feeling lonely, but you don't know
Until this other feeling here inside you starts to grow
You're in Sacramento, a wonderful town
Sing sing, sing din-di-din
Sacramento, Sacramento
Sacramento, Sacramento
Sacramento, Sacramento
Sacramento, Sacramento