I live in a small town, deep in L.A.   About five miles north of where the Lakers play   Everybody here's from someplace else   Workin' all together just like Santa's elves      Baby, Culver me and I'll Culver you   When the streets are shinin' with the smoggy dew   When the lights are glowin' with the mists of June   And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon      Baby don't worry 'bout Angeline   She ain't the prettiest thing I've ever seen   Nothin' she wears, ever fits her right   And her complexion is just a little too tight   And the way she looks down from so high above   Makes me think the poor child's never been in love      Baby, Culver me and I'll Culver you   When the streets are shinin' with the smoggy dew   When the lights are glowin' with the mists of June   And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon      Baby I'm gonna love you 'til the stars come down   'Til they park their limos and they walk to town   'Til the L.A. river, overflows its banks   'Til the whole alternative nation bows, its knobby head in thanks   'Til the fish are jumpin' in Ballona Creek   'Til the earth is inherited by the meek      Baby, Culver me and I'll Culver you   When the streets are shinin' with the smoggy dew   When the lights are glowin' with the mists of June   And the whole world is illuminated by the Culver Moon      Under the rainbow and behind Versailles   From the aisles of Fedco to the 405   From MGM to Veteran's Park   Way down at Chippendale's fumblin' in the dark   Where the ghostly specter of Howard Hughes   Hovers in the smoke of a thousand barbecues      Baby, Culver me and I'll Culver you   When the streets are shinin' with the smoggy dew   When the lights are glowin' with the mists of June   And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon