Lyrics:

Well I think it's about time I took you on an improvisational adventure into the bowels of the metropolitan region. Looks like a bonafide, high voltage, decked out in full regalia, Angelino audience. Driving in, in Subarus, Pintos, Malibus, Oldsmobiles. A small suburan community. This is a...kind of about 2.30 in the morning, you've been standing on the corner of Fifth and Vermouth and you climb into the helm of a 1958 monkey shit brown Buick Super and your on your way home. A luxury automobile, bought it dollar bills, Easy Autos for next to nothing. Cruising along, everythings going fine, put a little smooth music on the stereo. Light up an Old Gold, save the coupon. Gotta think in terms of that patio furniture, that ? man. Your on the Santa Monica freeway headed in an easterly direction, you just past the La Cienega turn off and you run into a cold fog bank