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" hit,

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 26?

I got the fever for the flavour, the pay

back will be late, still I need a fix.

And the girls on the bus kept on laughing atus,

As we rode on the ten down to Venice again.

Flaring out the G-Funk,

Sipping on a juice and gin,

Just me and a friend.

Feeling kinda groovy,

Working on a movie. (Yeah right!)

But we did nothing, absolutely butkis

that day, and I say:

What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

With my mind on my money

and my money on my... Beer, beer!

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 26?

I got the fever for the nectar,

the pay backwill be late, still I need a fix.

We need to fix you up, call me Monday

and maybe we'll fix it all up.

L.A., L.A., L.L.A, L.A.

L.A., L.A., L.L.A, L.A.

L.A., L.A., L.L.A.

So I ask you:

What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

L.A., L.A., L.A.