Drinking in L.a.

I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes, When Johnny came over with a script surprise. A mafioso story with a twist, A too wong foo, julie newmar hitch, Get your ass out of bed, he said: I'll explain it on the way. But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day, and I say: What the hell was I doing drinking in l.a. at 26? I got the fever for the flavour, so the payback will be later, still I need a fix. And the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us, As we rode on the ten back to Quenten again. Flaring out the g-funk, Sipping on a juice and gin, Just me and a friend. Feeling kinda groovy, Working on a movie. (yeah right!) But we did nothing, absolutely butkis that day, and I say: What the hell was I doing drinking in l.a. at 26? I know that life is for the taking, so I better wise up, and take it quick. Some men there wanted to hurt us, And other men said we weren't worth the fuss. I could see them all bitching at the bar, About the fine line, between the rich and the poor. Then Johnny turned to me and he said: what do you think we got done son? Weve got a conclusion, and I guess thats something, so I ask you: What the hell were we doing drinking in l.a. at 26? I got the fever for the nectar a nd the payback will be later, still I need a fix. Say: Ah yeah, well ah yeah, ah-ah yeah, say ah-yeah, ah-yeah etc So I ask you: What the hell was I doing drinking everyday at 26?