| Doo-doodoo-doo |
| Doo-doodoo-doo |
| Let’s go for a ride |
| Let’s drive out to the westside you and me |
| It’s a long trip but the crass dries into the sea |
| The city it seems meaningless and vague |
| But I’m gitty and I’m feeling it just like a wave |
| Doo-doodoo-doo |
| Doo-doodoo-doo |
| Let’s go for a ride |
| The GPS will tell us we’ve arrived |
| But all I want to do today is drive, drive, drive |
| Down Beverly, down Sunset, till the end |
| Down Venice, down ?, down? |
| They say the smog makes the sunset look the way they do |
| Like the sun is getting undress right before the moon |
| (I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn, about the 405) |
| They say the smog makes the sunset look the way they do |
| (I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn, about the 405) |
| Like the sun is getting undress right before the moon |
| (I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn, about the 405) |
| Doo-doodoo-doo |
| Doo-doodoo-doo |
| (I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn, about the 405) |
| Doo-doodoo-doo |
| Doo-doodoo-doo |
| This town is like an animal curled up at our feet |
| It’s full of intangibles and friends I’ve yet to meet |
| From up here on the canyon, all the cars |
| On the freeway, through the city, flow like veins and stars |
| Doo-doodoo-doo |
| Doo-doodoo-doo |
| Let’s go for a ride |
| Doo-doodoo-doo |
| Doo-doodoo-doo |
| Let’s go for a ride |
| They say the smog makes the sunset look the way they do |
| Like the sun is getting undress right before the moon |
| (I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn, about the 405) |
| They say the smog makes the sunset look the way they do |
| (I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn, about the 405) |
| Like the sun is getting undress right before the moon |
| (I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn, about the 405) |
| Doo-doodoo-doo |
| Doo-doodoo-doo |
| Let’s go for a ride |