L.A
Who'da thought?
Right smack dab in the middle of what?
With the belching buses
And broken bones
DEVIL, POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT!
Hey, hey
L.A
Who'da thought?
L.A
After closing when it's down to me
And the same old souls
Well, Johnny's all right if you buy him a gin
He'll tell you his stories about Errol Flynn
He even danced with Marilyn!
No way!
That's what they say
DEVIL, POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT!
Hey, hey
L.A
Who'da thought?
Up through the cracks
Out through the broken glass
In the hot red light of a black-and-white
Roses grow
Who'da thought?
Right smack dab in the middle of what?
With the belching buses
And broken bones
DEVIL, POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT!
Hey, hey
L.A
Who'da thought?
L.A
After closing when it's down to me
And the same old souls
Well, Johnny's all right if you buy him a gin
He'll tell you his stories about Errol Flynn
He even danced with Marilyn!
No way!
That's what they say
DEVIL, POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT!
Hey, hey
L.A
Who'da thought?
Up through the cracks
Out through the broken glass
In the hot red light of a black-and-white
Roses grow
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