Waltz No. 1

(We need a count-on for this, all right? One two three four!) 

  Los Angelenos all come from somewhere 
  To live in sunshine, their funky exile 
  Midwestern ladies, high-heeled and faded 
  Drivin' sleek new sports cars with their New York cowboys 

  Hiding up in the mountains, laying low in the canyons 
  Goin' nowhere on the streets with their Spanish names 
  Makin' 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...Woo-hoo, woo-hoo 

  Hiding up in the mountains, laying low in the canyons 
  Goin' nowhere on the streets with the Spanish names 
  Makin' 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 

  (Oh, Margarita! ВЎA pel Margarita quelas! Let's go, let's go, come along!)