Los Angeles, I'm Yours

There is a city by the sea

A gentle company

I don't suppose you want to

And as it tells its sorry tale

In harrowing detail

Its hollowness will haunt you

Its streets and boulevards

Orphans and oligarchs are here

A plaintive melody

Truncated symphony

An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore

Los Angeles, I'm yours

Oh, ladies, pleasant and demure

Sallow cheeked and sure

I can see your undies

And all the boys you drag about

An empty fallow fount

From Saturdays to Mondays

You hill and valley crowd

Hanging your trousers down at heel

This is the reales thing

As ancient choirs sing

A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above

Los Angeles, my love

Oh, what a rush of ripe élan

Languor on divans

Dalliance and dainty

But, oh, the smell of burnt cocaine

The dolor and decay

It only makes me cranky

Oh, great calamity

Ditch of iniquity and tears

How I abhor this place

Its sweet and bitter taste

Has left me wretched, retching on all fours

Los Angeles, I'm yours

Los Angeles, I'm yours

Los Angeles, I'm yours