I met a man, he was a good man   Sailing and shoring   Dancing the beta can-can   Making me foreign, oh yeah      I want to live in Los Angeles   Not the one in Los Angeles   No, not the one in South California   They got one in South Patagonia      I want to live in Los Angeles   Not the one in Los Angeles   They got a bunch down in Moleville   They got a bunch more still      I want to live in Los Angeles   Not the one is Los Angeles   They got one in twenty-five two five   With a church like a beehive      I want to live in Los Angeles   Not the one in Los Angeles   Counting helicopters on a Saturday night   The symphony of the fair light      I hear them saying Los Angeles   In all the black and white movies   And if you think they star-spangled us   How come we say Los Angeleez?      I'll wait in Los Angeles   I'll wait in the pouring sun   No way, for not anyone   No way      I met a man, he was a good man   Sailing and shoring   He got a betatron, man   Talking that foreign, oh yeah      I'll wait in Los Angeles   I'll wait in the pouring sun   No way, for not anyone   No way      I'll wait in Los Angeles   I'll wait in the pouring sun   No way, for not anyone   No way