Standing on a corner in downtown l.a.   Waiting for the man to come along   She comes up to me and says " too bad, too sad"   You know that he's been dead and gone.      L.a. lady, kinda shady   She picked him up and took him home      I woke up groggy my sight was smoggy   And I knew that it had been blown      Early in the morning sitting in a hotel   Moscow's looking fine through the wine   Spaced out I crashed out   When the k.g.b. came on the line.      It's a cold one, bein' sent down   It's gotta be fifty below      Mama here's a postcard to let you know   I'm in a saltmine and looking for coal      Shanghai'd in shanghai   Stood on in tuscon   Ripped off and kicked right out the bed      Flyin' across the desert from texas to tuscon   But we're headed for a southern star   The captain says it's fine in havana   This dude behind me needs a cigar.      He's a big one, he's got a big gun   I guess we better go along      Mister we've got a gig in arizona   Second billing to the rolling stones      Shanghai'd in shanghai   Stood on in tuscon   Ripped off and kicked right out the bed   Shanghai'd in shanghai   Laid low in 'frisco   Done in and left behind for dead         (copyright 1974 mountain/carlin music)