I live in a small town, deep in L.A. About five miles north of where the Lakers play Everybody here's from someplace else Workin' all together just like Santa's elves Baby, Culver me and I'll Culver you When the streets are shinin' with the smoggy dew When the lights are glowin' with the mists of June And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon Baby don't worry 'bout Angeline She ain't the prettiest thing I've ever seen Nothin' she wears, ever fits her right And her complexion is just a little too tight And the way she looks down from so high above Makes me think the poor child's never been in love Baby, Culver me and I'll Culver you When the streets are shinin' with the smoggy dew When the lights are glowin' with the mists of June And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon Baby I'm gonna love you 'til the stars come down 'Til they park their limos and they walk to town 'Til the L.A. river, overflows its banks 'Til the whole alternative nation bows, its knobby head in thanks 'Til the fish are jumpin' in Ballona Creek 'Til the earth is inherited by the meek Baby, Culver me and I'll Culver you When the streets are shinin' with the smoggy dew When the lights are glowin' with the mists of June And the whole world is illuminated by the Culver Moon Under the rainbow and behind Versailles From the aisles of Fedco to the 405 From MGM to Veteran's Park Way down at Chippendale's fumblin' in the dark Where the ghostly specter of Howard Hughes Hovers in the smoke of a thousand barbecues Baby, Culver me and I'll Culver you When the streets are shinin' with the smoggy dew When the lights are glowin' with the mists of June And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon © SONGS OF WINDSWEPT PACIFIC; FAUX MUSIC; SWALLOW TURN MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com