Grey In L.a.
Loudon Wainwright III
Capo II When it’s grey in L.A. I sure like it that way Cause there’s way too much sunshine round here I don’t know about you I get so sick of blue skies Whenever they always appear And I sure love the sound of the rain pouring down On my carport roof made out of tin If there’s a flood then there’s gonna be mudslides We all have to pay for our sin Chorus I And I suppose that they’ll close canyon roads And the freeways will all start to clog And the waters will rise and you won’t be surprised When your whole house smells like your wet dog When it’s grey in L.A. it’s much better that way It reminds you that this town’s so cruel Yeah it might feel like fun when you’re sportin’ sunglasses But really you’re one more fool And I’m just a chump And this whole town’s a dump We came out here to dump all our dreams Of making it big but we’re stuck in a sig alert nightmare That’s just how it seems Chorus II And I suppose Laurie David sure knows All those cars we drive heat up our earth And sea temperatures rise and those constant blue skies And brush fires can sure curb your mirth Brad Grey’s in L.A. yeah OK I should stay here There’s no place that’s better i know For a wannabe star stuck in a car On a freeway with nowhere to go
