Going To Live In LA Songtext / Lyric

Molly stood still in the rain and wept

Young Billy kicked stones down the courthouse step

The police linked arms in a line to hold back the crowd

How much longer Mum, said Ben

Why's that policeman kicking that man?

Can we have a bit of jam on our bread today?



Then the whistle blew and the gates swung back

Wave, said Molly

Ben waved his cap

At two eyes looking through a little slot

Like someone dying in a letter box






And Molly said:

Say goodbye to the valley

Say goodbye to the rain

Through the miracle of telecommunications

In the private sector

We got a message today

Your Great Uncle David, your great Uncle David

The one who went to the USA

The one with the swimming pool and the palm trees

And the big dog, the BIG dog



Has asked you to stay, to stay

And you're going, going, going

To live in LA

Going, going, going



Oh, Hollywood hills

Oh, midnight thrills

Benny, your time has come

Oh, oh, Benny don't drink the water

Stay away from the cocaine slaughter

Oh, Benny, you don't get caught, you'll have some fun

And I'm going into him



Benny, Benny

Yeah!

Get down.

Oh no, Benny, be cool, don't drink the water

Oh no, Benny, stay away from the boss' daughter

Now there's a hundred miles of sushi bars



And pastel convertible cars

And up on Mulholland Drive

Where Warren Beatty locks himself in his safe at night just to stay alive

Nothing's going on

Nothin's goin' on