California C's
November, 1980
Perched on a purple plastic stoolAt the Hollywood-Mexo-Eato,Tryin' to talk my way intoA free beef/bean burrito,When a shriveled old man in a brown straw hat,He sits down next to me--He says, "Kid, I see you're kinda shortOn California C's.Now, you're new in town, and your stock is down,Advice is what you need,And I been here since the Strip was a pathAnd the air was fit to breathe.And you can beat the odds in Vegas, son,And the law of gravity,But you'll never beat L. A.Without some Californ...
