Los Angelenos

Los Angelenos，
All come from somewhere，
To live in sunshine，
Their funky exile，
Midwestern ladies，
High-heeled and faded，
Driving sleek new sports cars，
With their New York cowboys，
Hiding up in the mountains，
Laying low in the canyons，
Going nowhere on the streets with the Spanish names，
Making love with the natives，
In their Hollywood places，
Making up for all the time gone by，
Los Angelenos，
All come from somewhere，
'Cause it's all so easy，
To become acquainted，
Electric babies，
Blue-jeaned and jaded，
Such hot, sweet schoolgirls，
So educated，
Tanning out in the beaches，
With their Mexican reefers，
No one ever has to feel like a refugee，
Going into garages，
For exotic massages，
Making up for all the time gone by，
Hiding up in the mountains，
Laying low in the canyons，
Going nowhere on the streets with the Spanish names，
Making love with the natives，
In their Hollywood places，
Making up for all the time gone by，
Los Angelenos，
All come from somewhere，
It's so familiar，
Their foreign faces。