The Twang Drinking In LA (Bran Van 3000) 1999 Lyrics

I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes,
When Mike came over with a script surprise.
A Mafioso story with a twist,
A "Too Wong Foo, Julie Newmar" hitch,
Get your a__ out of bed, he said:
I'll explain it on the way.
But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day, and I say:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
I got the fever for the flavour, the payback will be later, still I need a fix.
And the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us,
As we rode on the ten down to Venice again.
Flaring out the G-Funk,
Sipping on a juice and gin,
Just me and a friend.
Feeling kinda groovy,
Working on a movie. (Yeah right!)
But we did nothing, absolutely but kiss that day, and I say:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
With my mind on my money and my money on my... Beer, beer!
I know that life is for the taking, so I better wise up, and take it quick.
Yeah, one more time at Trader Vic's.
Some men there wanted to hurt us,
And other men said we weren't worth the fuss.
We could see them all b____ing by the bar,
About the fine line, between the rich and the poor.
Then Mike turned to me and said:
"What do you think we got done son?"
We've got a conclusion, and I guess that's something, so I ask you:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
I got the fever for the nectar, the payback will be later, still I need a fix.
We need to fix you up, call me Monday and maybe we'll fix it all up.
Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.! ...
So I ask you:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.