| A piece of paper got us out to L. A |
| It was a visa invitation to play |
| The Bluesbreakers gettin' on that plane |
| Leavin' England in the pourin' rain |
| January sun is hot, lucky to be on the spot |
| Come on down and see |
| The strip was up on Sunset Boulevard |
| We’re at the Whiskey and we’re playin' hard |
| After closing time the night was young |
| Plenty goin' on to have some fun |
| Pretty women everywhere makin' out without a care |
| Come on down with me |
| Freedom and love on The Strip |
| Freedom and love cool and hip |
| Freedom and love was our goal |
| Searchin' for peace in the soul |
| Disillusionment, the passage of time |
| Saturated now with violence and crime |
| We were so innocent to think it would last |
| All we thought about was having a blast |
| Everybody had a cause, rememberin' the way it was |
| Come on down with me |
| We had the Whiskey and the Roxy club |
| We had Gazzari’s and the English pub |
| We had the neon and the cruisin' cars |
| We had the record stores and all night bars |
| Times we’ll never see again, I think about it now and then |
| Come on down with me |