| If you have sunshine and beaches
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| How can that be so hard
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| And maybe oranges and grapefruit
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| Growing in your own backyard
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| If you have mountains and the ocean
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| And a great, big smiling sky
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| There’s very little that is blue here
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| So the blues pass Los Angeles by
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| Everybody has a barbecue
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| Everybody’s goin' swimming, too
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| With that kind of living, how can you be blue?
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| So the blues pass Los Angeles by
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| Oh, you can go to a mountain and ski down the side
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| Go to a beach and take a surfboard ride
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| The City of Angels has a lot of pride
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| But the blus have passed it by
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| And oh, the folks ar nice in this tropical clime
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| Although they talk about the weather lots of the time
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| They call it unusual if the rain comes down
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| They don’t believe in blues in this old town
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| You can go to the desert in an hour or two
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| Where the sun and the sand are so good for you
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| Where living’s that easy, how can you be blue
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| Yes, the blues have passed it by
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| Oh, you can live in the valley where the grass is green
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| Or you can live on a hill with a view to be seen
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| The people do say that on a real clear day
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| You can see Catalina, though it’s pretty far away
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| Oh, you can watch the Rams or Angels or the Dodgers play
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| On a sunny California, smog-free day
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| If the boys are winning, it’s easier to say
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| That the blues pass Los Angeles by
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| Yeah, pass right on by
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| Took a look at the sky
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| And they passed it by |