I live in a small town . . . deep in LA

About five miles north of where the Lakers play

Everybody here's from someplace else

Working all together just like Santa's elves



Baby, Culver me

And I'll Culver you

When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew

When the lights are glowing with the mists of June

And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon



Baby don't worry 'bout Angelyne

She ain't the prettiest thing I've ever seen

Nothing she wears ever fits her right

And her complexion is just a little too tight

And the way she looks down from so high above

Makes me think the poor child's never been in love



Baby, Culver me

And I'll Culver you

When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew

When the lights are glowing with the mists of June

And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon



Baby I'm going to love you 'til the stars come down

'Til they park their limos and they walk to town

'Til the L.A. river overflows its banks

'Til the whole alternative nation bows its knobby head in thanks

'Til the fish are jumping in Ballona Creek

'Til the earth is inherited by the meek



Baby, Culver me

And I'll Culver you

When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew

When the lights are glowing with the mists of June

And the whole world is illuminated by the Culver Moon



Under the rainbow and behind Versailles

From the aisles of Fedco to the 405

From MGM to Veteran's Park

Way down at Chippendale's fumblin' in the dark

Where the ghostly specter of Howard Hughes

Hovers in the smoke of a thousand bar-b-ques



Baby, Culver me

And I'll Culver you

When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew

When the lights are glowing with the mists of June

And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon