i love l.a.

hate new york city

it's cold and it's damp

and all the people dressed like monkeys

let's leave chicago to the eskimos

that town's a little too rugged

for you and me

you bad girl

rollin' down the imperial highway

with a big nasty redhead at my side

santa ana winds blowin' hot from the north

and we was born to ride

roll down the window

put down the top

crank up the beach boys

baby

don't let the music stop

we're gonna ride it till we just can't ride it no more

from the south bay to the valley

from the west side to the east side

everybody's very happy

'cause the sun is shining all the time

looks like another perfect day

i love l.a. i love l.a. look at that mountain

look at those trees

look at that bum over there

man

he's down on his knees

look at these women

there ain't nothin' like em nowhere

century boulevard

victory boulevard

santa monica boulevard

sixth street

we love l.a. i love l.a. i love l.a. i love l.a.