Rooming House on Venice Beach

Lyrics

[Intro] 1, 2, 1-2-3 [Hook] Rooming house on Venice Beach Rooming house on Venice Beach [Verse 1] It was a rooming house on Venice Beach Nice and cheap A radiator and a sagging bed On which to sleep I didn't lock it Who would want my cheap guitar? And that t-shirt in those paper bags Naw, naw The ancient world was in my reach From my rooming house on Venice Beach [Refrain] It was rough, rough, rough With ancient, rustic hippie stuff It was cheap, cheap, cheap Nowadays, I hear that rents are steep It was eerie, eerie, eerie Followers of Watts and Leary You could walk, walk, walk To Marina Del Rey by the dock Oh, the ancient world was in my reach From my rooming house on Venice Beach [Hook] [Verse 2] It was a rooming house on Venice Beach About half a block To the ancient sea which I could reach With half a walk The ancient weird guy in his toga Staff in hand The ancient bearded guy doing yoga On the sand Oh, the ancient world was in my reach From my rooming house on Venice Beach [Refrain] It was cheap, cheap, cheap Nowadays, I hear that rents are steep It was rough, rough, rough With ancient, rustic hippie stuff It was wild, wild, wild You're never gonna call it mild Hip, hip I could move and not make a second trip The ancient world was in my reach From my rooming house on Venice Beach [Hook] [Verse 3] It was a rooming house on Venice Beach All screwed up Half a block from the ancient drunk guys Passing the cup Half a block from the bearded weird guys Singing flat Half a block from the weirdo weird guys Passing the hat And the ancient world was in my reach From my rooming house on Venice Beach [Hook] [Verse 4] It was a rooming house on Venice Beach Where I was Half a block, I love that place Just because Well, I didn't want it Who would want my bag of crap? So I never locked the old screen door I just let it flap Oh, the ancient world was in my reach From my rooming house on Venice Beach [Refrain] It was rough, rough, rough With ancient, rustic hippie stuff It was eerie, eerie, eerie Followers of Watts and Leary It was wild and free And that appealed to me It was hip, hip, hip I could move and not make a second trip The ancient world was in my reach From my rooming house on Venice Beach [Hook]