Drinking In LA

I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes,

When Johnny came over with a script surprise.

A mafioso story with a twist,

A too wong foo, julie newmar hitch,

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 was I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

I got the fever for the flavour, so the payback will be later, still I need a fix.

And the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us,

As we rode on the ten back to Quenten 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 was I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

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

Some men there wanted to hurt us,

And other men said we weren't worth the fuss.

I could see them all bitching at the bar,

About the fine line, between the rich and the poor.

Then Johnny turned to me and he said:

what do you think we got done son?

Weve got a conclusion, and I guess thats something, so I ask you:

What the hell were we doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

I got the fever for the nectar and the payback will be later, still I need a fix.

Say:

Ah yeah, well ah yeah, ah-ah yeah, say ah-yeah, ah-yeah etc

So I ask you:

What the hell was I doing drinking everyday at 26?