Well I think it's about time I took you on an improvisational adventure
into the bowels of the metropolitan region.
Looks like a bonafide, high voltage,
decked out in full regalia, Angelino audience.
Driving in, in Subarus, Pintos, Malibus, Oldsmobiles.
A small suburan community.
This is a...kind of about 2.30 in the morning,
you've been standing on the corner of Fifth and Vermouth
and you climb into the helm of a 1958 monkey shit brown Buick Super and your on your way home.
A luxury automobile, bought it dollar bills, Easy Autos for next to nothing.
Cruising along, everythings going fine,
put a little smooth music on the stereo.
Light up an Old Gold, save the coupon.
Gotta think in terms of that patio furniture, that ? man.
Your on the Santa Monica freeway headed in an easterly direction,
you just past the La Cienega turn off
and you run into a cold fog bank.