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Browne Jackson Lyrics
Disco Apocalypse Lyrics
I live in a small town . . . deep in LA About five miles north of where the Lakers play Everybody here's from someplace else Working all together just like Santa's elves Baby, Culver me And I'll Culver you When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew When the lights are glowing with the mists of June And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon Baby don't worry 'bout Angelyne She ain't the prettiest thing I've ever seen Nothing 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 shining with the smoggy dew When the lights are glowing with the mists of June And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon Baby I'm going to 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 jumping in Ballona Creek 'Til the earth is inherited by the meek Baby, Culver me And I'll Culver you When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew When the lights are glowing 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 bar-b-ques Baby, Culver me And I'll Culver you When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew When the lights are glowing with the mists of June And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon (c) 1996, Swallow Turn Music/Glad Brad Music, Inc./Eye Cue Music, adm. by Almo Music Corp./Bateria Music/Irague Music, ASCAP/Neurp Songs/Faux Music/Longitude Music Co., all rights on behalf of Faux Music, adm. by Longitude Music Co., BMI.
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