Lazy La

I dreamt I was in the surfing van White, utilitarian I opened the door Warm, follow me You can pile your things in a duffel bag And carry your whole life right on your back (Each little favorite trinket) With ten pairs of clothes, life really ain't so bad You can ride your bike and romp along the riverbed On that late, lazy LA afternoon On that late, lazy LA afternoon I dreamt I read a smutty book (whalebone) Her eyes, they looked like Old Hollywood I, oh, read it all in one night Wood floor, it's paradise You can hang on the hill with Farmer Dan And pick up some choice words from Tomato Cam Accidentally, in the field, work on your tan And on your way home, pick some fruit to make guava jam On that late, lazy LA afternoon On that late, lazy LA, LA afternoon On that late, lazy LA afternoon