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It was the hottest day in July
And all along Santa Monica Blvd
cars were stood still
And a gleaming metal tube
Would stretch all the way from Highland
Back to La Brea.
And she met under Los Angeles sunshine

Young man was sitting at the wheel
On his way to make a pickup
Turned off the air-con
Rolled down the window
And began to sweat

Out over the Hollywood hills
He saw the clouds building
Like great dark towers of rain
Ready to come tumbling down
Any day now
Not a day too soon

(any day now)

And as the music drifted in
From other cars
His eyes started to slip
This is the story of his dream

Silver...

(Sing Blue Silver, Sing Sing Blue Silver)

This is the story of his dream...
It was the hottest day in July   And all along Santa Monica Blvd   cars were stood still   And a gleaming metal tube   Would stretch all the way from Highland   Back to La Brea.   And she met under Los Angeles sunshine      Young man was sitting at the wheel   On his way to make a pickup   Turned off the air-con   Rolled down the window   And began to sweat      Out over the Hollywood hills   He saw the clouds building   Like great dark towers of rain   Ready to come tumbling down   Any day now   Not a day too soon      (any day now)      And as the music drifted in   From other cars   His eyes started to slip   This is the story of his dream      Silver...      (Sing Blue Silver, Sing Sing Blue Silver)      This is the story of his dream...