Sunset Strip

I like stayin' with Uncle Dave

And I like playin' with his great dane

But I don't fit, I feel alien and strange

Kinda outta range

I like ridin' in my uncle's car

Down to the beach, where the pretty girls all parade

And movie stars and paparazzi play the Charles Atlas

Kickin' sand in the face game

And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea

There's a blood red dragon on a field of green

Callin' me back, back to the Black Hills again

Ooh, ooh, Billy, come home

Billy is searchin' for his native land

Flickin' through the stations with the dial in his head

Pickin' up

And a male voice choir on the short wave band

Billy taps out Jim's number on the phone

Sits shakin' as he waits for Jim's answerin' tone

Come on, my friend, speak to me, please

The land of my fathers is calling to me

And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea

There's a blood red dragon on a field of green

Calling me back, back to the Black Hills again

(Ooh, ooh) Billy, come home

Come on home

He sits in the canyon with his back to the sea

Sees a blood red dragon on a field of green

He hears a male voice choir singin'

Billy, come home

(Billy, Billy come home)

Come on home

I don't like fish

British

I don't like fish

(You're listening to KAOS here in Los Angeles)

I don't like fish

(Yes, we've established that, uh, do you have a request?)

Shell fish, guppy, salmon, shrimp, and crab, and lobster, flounder

I hate fish, but I think most of all I hate fresh fish

Like trout, I hate fresh trout

My least, hated, favorite fish would be sole