Los Angeles

I packed a bag at just eighteen

My eyes alive with hopes and dreams

Of music and the silver screen

To the prettiest, wittiest, shittiest town I've ever seen

Los Angeles you bright and beautiful town

Where the dog-walkers want to be famous and the mayors a clown

Where it takes twenty minutes for folks to say "where are they now"

Still the magic is hard to resist...

Of Los Angeles, where the weather is fine

But you won't feel the heat or the sweetness on sunset and vine