Yeah, 500 miles to L.A.. 500 miles to my home. When I get back to L.A.. Never again will I roam. . Surfin' and drivin'. Are the only two things I know.
By Walter Egan. . Don't mess around with this smooth operator. She's gonna get you sooner or later. Take heed of her curly blonde hair. Blue eyes and her devil-may-care stare.
by Earl Shackleford. . Strange love affair, wouldn't you say baby. We pretend we don't care and start talking crazy. I say something you say something and it gets so confused.