Song 3
Lyrics
Come join the band
Come shag the damned
God I blow them away
A heart of chrome
A broken home
I got plenty to say
Who ya doin'
Don't spoil my day
A bigger better offer, baby
Is on it's way
You gotta love L.A.
I feel gigantic
Gonna burst a vein
I'm stoppin' traffic
'Cause they dig the fame
And I'm just the same
Sorry ba-baby
Haven't seen you lately
Do you still give it away
So get my peeps
To call your peeps
'Cause we've got nothing to say
Don't feed the models
Don't look (at) the police
Don't go to Crenshaw Bouli
Cause Wally can't get fleeced
Gotta love L.A.
I feel gigantic
Gonna burst a vein
I'm stoppin' traffic
Cause I dig the fame
I'm hearing voices voices
Like a jumbo jet
Too many choices choices
Gotta love L.A.
Californ-i-a
Who ya doin', baby
Don't spoil my day
You've been gloating lately, baby
And I dig L.A.
Got nothing to say
I feel gigantic
Gonna burst a vein
I'm stoppin' traffic
Cause I dig the fame
I'm hearing voices voices
Like a jumbo jet
Too many choices choices
Gotta love L.A.
Californ-i-a
Writer(s): Robert Peter Williams, Guy Antony Chambers
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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