Songtext von Venice Beach

Venice Beach is poppin' Like live shrimp dropped on a hot wok Hucksters, hustlers and hawkers Set up their boardwalk shops Home for all the homeless, hopeless, well heeled, and deranged Still, nothing here seems out of place or strange. There's an old smudge of a Beatnik by the bay Lookin' like a dog who's had his day Like a dream, he drifts away He'd like to go out on the Pier to hear the reedy carousel It's got a melody that sets you free, and says Let's sit a spell, just to hear the heartbeat in L.A.