Los Angeles-Murray Head

Leave my passport and deposit With the man behind a desk In a motel on some old boulevard Where the view deserves a rest Try the phone just one more time Answering service comes on the line Will my credentials give me a start Will they warm somebody's heart? Or if I make a sudden movement Is it all gonna crack wide apart? All they ask is my name, will I call back again? Ooh Los Angeles and your ivy-mantled lawns Ooh Los Angeles and your candy coated homes In this smoothest saccharine city Where there's the sun to say there's a shine Is it roasting turkeys slowly On a never ending line Or blinding ultimatums While they buy themselves more time Los Angeles In the end do your prisoners fail? Los Angeles How your guardian angels wail Los Angeles How does your garden grow? Old gold, Los Angeles Your wrinkles barely show.