Oh, you railway sta-tion

Oh, you Pullman train

Here’s my reservation, for my destination

Far beyond the western plain

To see my home in Pasa - dena

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 Pasade - na

Yes, in Pasadena town