Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Where the little girls in the Hollywood bungalows?
City of night, whoo, c'mon
Drive through your suburbs
Into your blues
Into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue
Into your blues, oh, yeah
I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin' down your freeways
Midnite alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman
Motel, money, murder, madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness
Got to keep on risin'
Mojo Risin'
Got the mojo risin'
Get the mojo risin
Gotta keep on risin'
Ridin', ridin'
Gonna ridin', ridin'
I'm gonna ridin', ridin'
I gotta ridin', ridin'
Well, ridin', ridin'
I gotta, whooo, yeah, ridin'
Whoa, mmm, yeah
Well, just got into town about an hour ago
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows?
Whoa, c'mon
You're my woman
My little L.A. woman
Yeah, my L.A. woman
Hey, hey
Uh-uh, L.A woman, c'mon