Gazetteer

Time slipped baby while I was shoegazing
On Hollywood Boulevard
Yeah I get lucky, I find free parking
Up on Wilcox where I don’t pay a thing
Snap, crackle, pop, I don’t pay a thing
What I need’s a way out of here
I need to go to the west side
I wanna see some stars!
Time slipped baby while I was sling hash
Offa Hollywood Boulevard
Tonight I get lucky, yeah I find a tip
Awaiting me at the end of the bar
Right before my eyes, a Map to the Stars!
What I need’s a way out of here
I’m gonna go to the west side
I’m gonna see some stars
What I need’s a way out of here
I need a reader of maps
I need a gazetteer
Time slipped baby, it’s toil and trouble
Off Hollywood Boulevard
Outer space creatures
Manic street preachers
Go-go dancers, a circus of freeks
Snap, crackle, pop. I don’t say a thing