The Pink Hotel had a neat
Boutique,
Da da da da de da,
In Los Angeles, California,
Near the FBI
Down the strip mall
Stepping lovely
On stiletto heels,
Filled with information
On the other side of life
The hippie years
Beyond her age,
Filled me with amazement
I didn't know her well,
But she was definitely
Independent
I don't have to be you best friend
I don't have to be you best friend
Check you out
For other things
To help you feel better,
Misses,
"Nuts!" She thought
"I talk too much
I told her this and this and that"
I didn't know her very well
I didn't know her very well
The colors
The numbers and
The spirit talk to me
I don't lend no greenbacks off of
Heartland dough
(to the tune, man)
...
So she took it
All the data,
And she made a special
Language,
And they smelled the menthol
Eucalyptus
Only for the sad experience
And sad sister bid the world
"adieu",
And bangbang wham
With millions,
Embarra**ing to some,
But, ya**,
Indifference to me.
Embarra**ing to some,
But ya**,
Indifference to me.
And everyone was hip
To stolen moments
In the sea.
But she hung on to her
Agenda,
And gave them all
That freedom light,
Living it up in California's
Sunshine,
Little darling, ruining a life.
Claptrap can be claptrap
If it really doesn't matter.
Claptrap can be claptrap
If it doesn't.