Los Angeles lyrics

I met a man,
He was a good man.
Sailing and shoring,
Dancing the beta can-can.
Making me foreign,
Oh yeah.

I want to live in Los Angeles,
Not the one in Los Angeles.
No, not the one in South California,
They got one in South Patagonia.

I want to live in Los Angeles,
Not the one in Los Angeles.
They got a bunch down in Moleville,
They got a bunch more still.

I want to live in Los Angeles,
Not the one in Los Angeles.
They got ones down in factory five,
Works just like a beehive.

I want to live in Los Angeles,
Not the one in Los Angeles.
Counting helicopters on a Saturday night,
The symphony of the fair light.

I hear them saying Los Angeles,
In all the black and white movies.
But if you think they star-spangled us,
How come we say Los Angeleez?

I`ll wait in Los Angeles,
I`ll wait in the pouring sun.
No way,
For not anyone.
No way.

I met a man,
He was a good man.
Sailing and shoring,
He got the betatron, man.
Talking that foreign,
Oh yeah.

I`ll wait in Los Angeles,
I`ll wait in the pouring sun.
No way,
For not anyone.
No way.
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