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    Текст песни Bran Van 3000 - Drinking in L.A.

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    Слова песни:
    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.
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