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!