Hate New York City

It's cold and it's damp

And all the people dressed like monkeys

Let's leave Chicago to the Eskimos

That town's a little bit too rugged

For you and me you bad girl

Rollin' down the Imperial Highway

With a big nasty redhead at my side

Santa Ana winds blowin' hot from the north

And we as born to ride

Roll down the window put down the top

Crank up the Beach Boys baby
Don't let the music stop
We're gonna ride it till
We just can't ride it no more

From the South Bay to the Valley
From the West Side to the East Side

Everybody's very happy

'Cause the sun is shining all the time
Looks like another perfect day

I love L A

I love L A

Look at that mountain

Look at those trees

Look at that bum over there  man
He's down on his knees

Look at these women

There ain't nothin' like 'em nowhere

Century Boulevard

Victory Boulevard

Santa Monica Boulevard

Sixth Street

I love L A

I love L A

I love L A

I love L A

I love L A

I love L A

I love L A

I love L A
I love L A
I love L A

I love L A

I love L A