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Now you may see me at the Rainbow
Kinda stapled to the bar
Or maybe stumblin' down Sunset
Lookin' for my car
If I was halfway conscious
I'd be totally under control, yeah
I'm the East-End charmer with the West-Coast soul
They call me, "Brighton Rock meets California roll"
Roll, yeah
I'll tell you all about the '60s
If you buy me a drink
And how I played with everybody, but the kitchen sink
I'd rather freeload in comfort
Than be freezin' back home on the dole
Ooh-ooh, yeah
I'm the Soho loner at the Hollywood bowl
I'm Mister Brighton Rock meets California roll
I bet your mama had a picture of me on her wall
I bet I coulda had her, just like I coulda had 'em all
I'm the guitar hero with the chops half gone
I'm the '67 Rickenbacker out of pawn
But when you hear me tell it, baby
Everything's just solid gold
Ooh, yeah
I'm the sly Brit spy coming out of the cold
I'm Agent Brighton Rock meets California roll, mm, yeah
California roll, ooh, yeah
California roll, ooh, yeah
California roll
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