Drinking in L.A.

Lyrics

[Intro: Radio Host 1, Radio Host 2, Stéphane Moraille, Liquid (Steve Hawley)] Hi, my name is Stereo Mike Yeah, we got three tickets to the Bran Van concert happening this Monday night at the Pacific Palisades Now, you can all call in if you, uh, want to answer a couple of questions Uh, mainly, "What is Todd's favourite cheese?" Uh, Jackie just called in and said it was a form of Roquefort Let's see about that Give us a ring-a-ding-ding It's a beautiful day (Who are you?, Who are you?) Yeah, Todd, this is Liquid, ring-a-ding-dinging I want those three Bran Van tickets, man (Who are you?, Who are you?) What do you need? Todd? Todd! (He's alive, Mike, alive!) (Todd?) [Verse 1: James Di Salvo] 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" [Chorus: Stéphane Moraille, James Di Salvo, Both] 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 Still I need a fix (Yeah, uh-huh, mic, please) [Verse 2: James Di Salvo] 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!) [Chorus: Stéphane Moraille & James Di Salvo] 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 [Verse 3: James Di Salvo] Well some men there wanted to hurt us And other men said we weren't worth the fuss You could see 'em all bitching by the bar About the fine line between the rich and the poor Then Mike turned to me and said, "What you think we got done, son?" [Chorus: Stéphane Moraille, James Di Salvo, Both] We found 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 (We need to fix you up) (Call me up Monday, and maybe we'll fix it all up) [Breakdown: Stéphane Moraille] 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? [Outro] (He's alive, Mike, alive) (Yeah, mighty thirsty, I reckon) L.A L.A L.A