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Hi my name is Stereo Mike
Yeah, we got three tickets to the Bran Van concert
Happening this Monday night
At the Pacific Palisades
Now you can all call in
If you want to answer a couple of questions
Uh, mainly what is Todd's favorite cheese?
Uh, Jackie just called in
And said it was a type of Roquefort
Whatever that is
Give us a ring-a-ding-ding. It's a beautiful day
Yeah Todd, this is Liquid ring-a-ding-dinging
"I want those three Bran Van tickets man"
What do you need? Todd?
(He’s alive! Alive!)
I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes
When Mike came over with a script surprise
A mafioso story with a twist
A "To Wong Foo! Julie Newmar"
"Hitch get your ass out of bed!" he said
"I'll explain it on the way!"
But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day
And I say:
"What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at twenty-six?"
I got the fever for the flavour
The payback will be later
Still I need a fix
(Yeah, uh-huh, mm-hmm, like)
And the girls on the bus kept laughing at us
As we rode on the 10 down to Venice again
Blaring out the g-funk
Sipping on juice and gin
Just me and a friend
Feeling kind of groovy
Workin' on a movie
(Yeah, right!)
But we did nothing, absolutely bupkis that day
And I say:
"What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at twenty-six?"
(With my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
(BEER!)
I know that life is for the taking
So I better wise up
And take it quick
(One more time at Trader Vic’s)
Well some men there wanted to hurt us
And other men said we weren't worth the fuss
You could see 'em all bitching by the bar
About the fine line between the rich and the poor
Then Mike turned to me and said:
"What you think we get done son?"
We found the conclusion and I guess that's something
So I ask you:
"What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at twenty-six?"
I got the fever for the nectar
The payback will be later
Still I need a fix
(Yeah, fix you up)
(Come on Monday, maybe we’ll fix it all up)
Hell-A, L.A
Hell-Hell-A, L.A
Hell-A, L.A
Hell-Hell-A, L.A
Hell-A, L.A
Hell-Hell-A, L.A
So I ask you:
"What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at twenty-six?"
(He’s alive! Alive!)
(Yeah, by Thursday I reckon)
L.A
L.A
L.A
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