BE MY LOS ANGELES BABY

By Charles Deemer

 

 

Be my Los Angeles baby

Put curlers in your hair

Pile on all that eye makeup

And the lipstick that you wear

Whenever we go out to dine

Order Scotch, don’t order beer

Be my Los Angeles baby

But keep on your underwear

 

Be my Los Angeles baby

And drive a Cadillac

Vote for Ronald Reagan

And Max Rafferty back to back

I understand your youth was poor

But you’ve made up for what you lacked

Be my Los Angeles baby

Just keep out of my sack

 

Be my Los Angeles baby

And take it with a grin

Vote for better school books

In the suburb you live in

In your swimming pool

You do alright if you’re wearing finns

Be my Los Angeles baby

And don’t come around again

 

Be my Los Angeles baby

Sit at the piano bar

You got more looks than Doris Day

And you out-sing her by far

Later we’ll be seeing you

At the local D.A.R.

Be my Los Angeles baby

And stay right where you are

 

Be my Los Angeles baby

Chew your bubble gum

In your plastic apartment

Scoop up chip-dip by the ton

Call your husband S.O.B.

But your boyfriend, call him hon

Be my Los Angeles baby

But keep out of Oregon!