Drinking In L.a. Lyrics

Hi, my name is Stereo Mike. 

Yeah, we got three tickets to the Bran Van 
concert happening this Monday night at
the Pacific Pallisades. You can all dial in 
if you want to answer a couple of
questions, namely, what is Todd's favourite 
cheese. Jackie just called up and said
it was a form of Roquefort. We'll see about 
that... 

Give us a ring-ding-ding! It's a beautiful 
day. 

Yeah Todd, this is Liquid 
ring-a-ding-a-dinging, want those three Bran Van
tickets man. Waddya think? Todd, you there? 

I woke up again this morning with the sun in 
my eyes, 
When Mike came over with a script surprise. 
A Mafioso story with a twist, 
A "Too Wong Foo, Julie Newmar" hit, 
Get your ass out of bed, he said: 
I'll explain it on the way. 

But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that 
day, and I say: 
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 
26? 
I got the fever for the flavour, the payback 
will be late, still I need a fix. 

And the girls on the bus kept on laughing at 
us, 
As we rode on the ten down to Venice again. 
Flaring out the G-Funk, 
Sipping on a juice and gin, 
Just me and a friend. 
Feeling kinda groovy, 
Working on a movie. (Yeah right!) 

But we did nothing, absolutely butkis that 
day, and I say: 
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 
26? 

With my mind on my money and my money on 
my... Beer, beer! 

I know that life is for the taking, so I 
better wise up, and take it quick. 

Yeah, one more time at Trader Vic's. 

Some men there wanted to hurt us, 
And other men said we weren't worth the 
fuss. 
We could see them all bitching by the bar, 
About the fine line, between the rich and 
the poor. 
Then Mike turned to me and said: 
"What do you think we got done son?" 

We've got a conclusion, and I guess that's 
something, so I ask you: 
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 
26? 
I got the fever for the nectar, the payback 
will be late, still I need a fix. 

We need to fix you up, call me Monday and 
maybe we'll fix it all up. 

L.A., L.A., L.L.A, L.A. 
L.A., L.A., L.L.A, L.A. 
L.A., L.A., L.L.A. 

So I ask you: 
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 
26? 

L.A., L.A., L.A.