I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel I was staring in my empty coffee cup I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin' And all the salty margaritas in L.A. I'm gonna drink 'em up
And if California slides into the ocean Like the mystics and statistics say it will I predict this motel will be standing until I pay my bill
Don't the sun look angry through the trees Don't the trees look like crucified thieves Don't you feel like Desperados under the eaves Heaven help the one who leaves
Still waking up in the mornings with shaking hands And I'm trying to find a boy who understands me But except in dreams you're never really free Don't the sun look angry at me
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel I was listening to the air conditioner hum It went mmmmmm..
