Going To Live In L.A. Testo

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