Last night In Hollywood,it got a little fucked
The hills they are mysterious with fortune and bad luck
The melody from the boulevard is music to my ears
The glamourous and the horrible are both welcome here
Last night in hollywood.
I’ve been hanging out with some memories
They’ve been talking to me for days
I remember some of their faces
And a couple of their names.
Like Johnny Valentino and Angel
They were both friends of mine
We haunted that night near sunset
And drank a couple gallons of rye.
Angel liked to think of Los Feliz
As a nice place to hide
And lock herself away in the daytime
Our a couple weeks at a time.