Hi, my name

is Stereo Mike

Yeah, we got three

tickets to the Bran Van

concert happening

this Monday night

at the Pacific Pallisades

You can all dial in

if you want to answer a

couple of questions

Namely, what is Todd's

favourite cheese?

Jackie just called up and

said it was a form

of Roquefort

We'll see about that

Give us a

ring-ding-ding!

It's a beautiful day

Yeah Todd, this is

Liquid ring-a-ding-a-

dinging

Want those three

Bran Van tickets man

Waddya think?

Todd, you there?

I woke up again this

morning

with the sun in my eyes,

When Mike came over

with a script surprise

A Mafioso story

with a twist

A "Too Wong Foo,

Julie Newmar" hitch

Get your ass out

of bed, he said:

"I'll explain it on the

way"

But we did nothing,

absolutely nothing

that day, and I say

What the hell am

I doing drinking

in L.A. at twenty-six?

I got the fever for

the flavour

The payback

will be later,

still I need a fix

And the girls on the

bus kept on

laughing at us

As we rode on the

ten down to Venice again

Blaring out the G-Funk,

Sipping on a

juice and gin

Just me and a friend

Feeling kinda groovy

Working on a movie

But we did nothing,

absolutely but kiss

that day, and I say

What the hell am

I doing drinking

in L.A. at twenty-six?

With my mind on

my money and my

money on my

I know that life is

for the taking so

I better wise up

and take it quick

Yeah, one more time

at Trader Vic's

Some men there

wanted to hurt us

And other men said we

weren't worth the fuss

We could see them

all bitching by the bar

About the fine line

between the rich

and the poor

Then Mike turned

to me and said:

"What do you think

we got done son?"

We've got a conclusion,

and I guess that's

something

So I ask you:

What the hell am

I doing drinking

in L.A. at twenty-six?

I got the fever for

the nectar, the

payback will be later,

still I need a fix

We need to fix you up,

call me Monday and

maybe we'll fix it all up

Hell-A-L.A.,

Hell hell-A-L.A.

Hell-A-L.A.,

Hell hell-A-L.A.

Hell-A-L.A.,

Hell hell-A

So I ask you:

What the hell am

I doing drinking

in L.A. at twenty-six?

L.A.

L.A.

L.A.