A popular song from 1983 Words and music by Randy Newman
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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 was 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., we love it
I love L. A., we love it, we love it
Ah, ah, ah, ah
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, we love it
Victory Boulevard, we love it
Santa Monica Boulevard, we love it
Sixth Street, we love it
We love it, we love it
I love L. A.