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Drinking in L.A. Lyrics


Hi, my name is Stereo Mike.

Yeah, we got three tickets to the Bran Van
concert happening this Monday night at the
Pacific Pallisades. You can all dial in if you
want to answer a couple of questions, namely,
what is Todd's favourite cheese. Jackie just
called up and said it was a form of Roquefort.
We'll see about that...

Give us a ring-ding-ding! It's a beautiful day.

Yeah Todd, this is Liquid ring-a-ding-a-dinging,
want those three Bran Van tickets man. Waddya
think? Todd, you there?

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 Too 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 26?

I got the fever for the flavour, the payback will
be later, still I need a fix.

And the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us,

As we rode on the ten down to Venice again.

Flaring out the G-Funk,

Sipping on a juice and gin,

Just me and a friend.

Feeling kinda groovy,

Working on a movie. (Yeah right!)

But we did nothing, absolutely butkis that day,
and I say:

What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

With my mind on my money and my money on my...
Beer, beer!

I know that life is for the taking, so I better
wise up, and take it quick.

Yeah, one more time at Trader Vic's.

Some men there wanted to hurt us,

And other men said we weren't worth the fuss.

We could see them all bitching by the bar,

About the fine line, between the rich and the
poor.

Then Mike turned to me and said:

What do you think we got done son?

We've got a conclusion, and I guess that's
something, so I ask you:

What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

I got the fever for the nectar, the payback will
be later, still I need a fix.

We need to fix you up, call me Monday and maybe
we'll fix it all up.

Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.! ...

So I ask you:

What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.