دانلود آهنگ Drinking in L.A.
از Bran Van 3000

Hi my name is stereo Mike
Yeah, we got free tickets to the Bran Van concert
Happening this Monday night at the Pacific Coliseum
You can all call in if you want to answer a couple of questions, mainly, what is Todd’s favorite cheese?
Ah, 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 free Bran Van tickets man
What do you think? Todd? (He’s alive Mike, alive, Todd)
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
But still I need a fix
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’ll 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 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)
Well some men there wanted to hurt us
And other men said we weren’t worth the fuss
You could catch ’em all bitching by the bar
Above the fine line between the rich and the poor
Then Mike turned to me and said “what you think we got done son?”
We had 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
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
So I ask you what the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at twenty-six?
(He’s alive Mike, alive)
L.A., L.A.