(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! ¡A pel Margarita quelas! Let's go, let's go, come along!)