La La La La La L.A.

IT’S EVENING AT THE CARLYLE
AT 76TH AND MAD
I PLAY FOR MUSIC LOVERS FROM NEW YORK TO LENINGRAD
AND THE LADY FROM KATONAH
WHO KNOWS EACH PORTER LINE
AND THE LAWYER SINGING OUTTAKES SINGING FROM THE WORKS OF JULIE STYNE

FROM MONK TO PUNK -THEY DIG IT
IT’S MIRACULOUS TO SEE
THAT HARDLY ANYBODY EVER CLAPS ON 1 AND 3
SO THRILLING, SO EXCITING
EVERYBODY’S REALLY WIRED
AND THE ENERGY’S SO FILLING, BUT YOU KNOW…I’M REALLY TIRED

I’M ON MY WAY TO LA LA LA LA, L.A.
I AM FEELING QUITE SPECIFIC
THAT THE PACIFIC IS CALLING ME TO PLAY
I’M ON MY WAY TO LA LA LA LA, L.A.
WHERE BALMY BREEZES ARE A GIVEN
AND EASY LIVIN’ IS HOW YOU SPEND THE DAY

YOU CAN SAY THAT I AM JUST PASSING BY
BUT BIASED I WOULD NEVER BE
BILINGUAL, UN POCO
BIONIC, DON’T BE LOCO

BUT BICOASTAL MAY I BOAST
JUST MAY BE THE MOST FOR ME

I LOVE TO PLAY IN LA LA LA LA, L.A.
WHAT I ONCE THOUGHT HEDONISTIC SEEMS REALISTIC
AND I’M FINDING AS I’M UNWINDING
THAT MY TEETH HAVE JUST STOPPED GRINDING

SO WHAT THE HEY?
I’D LOVE TO STAY IN LA LA LA LA, L.A.

‘CAUSE I THINK I WANT TO DALLY IN THE VALLEY
TAKE A REST FROM TIN PAN ALLEY
I’M SO GLAD I NEVER STAYED BACK
‘CAUSE I’M SO LAID BACK

IN LA LA LA LA, L.A.
LA LA LA LA, L.A.
LA LA LA LA, L.A.
LA LA LA LA LA, L.A.

I’LL FLOAT AWAY
JUST SHOW ME THE WAY
PERHAPS I’LL STAY

IN LA LA LA LA, L.A.
LA LA LA LA, L.A.
LA LA LA LA, L.A.
LA LA LA LA LA LOVE L.A.