East of the 405

I'll pick you Il'l drive you home

I'll pick you up I'll take you around town baby

We're getting drunk we're getting drunk

Till the sun comes up in the back of Miller's van

Saturday I'll meet you down on the beach

Brooks Street kids are scraping their knees

It's not enough I'll never leave

Those high waist bikinis calling my name

And I hate all those kids

East of the 405

And they all think they're in bands

East of the 405

And they think that they're so sick

And I'll never go

East of the 405

You think you're punk, you think you're down with the scene

You're just a punk, hanging on Abbot Kinney

You think you're tough you start a fight

I'll send you back to the east of the 405

And I hate all those kids

East of the 405

And they all think they're in bands

East of the 405

And they think that they're so sick

And I'll never go

East of the 405

(Strawberry Fuzz is canceled)

Hop in the van, I'll call the man on the way

We'll head to Dap's, we'll tell them when they can cruise

Just bring a rack

Because he's going to kick us out if we run out of booze

And I hate all those kids

East of the 405

And they all think they're in bands

East of the 405

And they think that they're so sick

And I'll never go

East of the 405