Lyrics S l a d e - Ooh La La In L.A.
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Whiplash in the dead of night,
Down on Sunset dynamite,
Blinding lights on the Marquee shining bright.
There's George on his knees again,
On the town with Miss Zimmerman,
Alert the media and then my friend.
(Chorus) Ooh la la in L.A., Ooh la la in the U.S.A.
One night stands with a one night band is this
Ooh la la in L.A., Ooh la la in the U.S.A.
Making out every turned on a hit and miss.
You see the food and you feel the force,
B.L.T. and there ain't no sauce,
You get enough to feed a horse that's true.
Down at Barney's playing pool,
Minnesota Fats is ulta cool,
A load of balls make you look a fool then you.
(Chorus)
Runaway on the radio,
A powerplay every hour or so,
A never ending red eyed T.V. show.
(Chorus)
It's in the dead of night, And it's a dynamite,
The blinding lights are shining brighter and brighter.
He's on his knees again,
Alert the media my friend.
Пустошь ночи хлестанем,
Зал концертный мы взорвем,
Ослепим огнем и вновь зажжем.
Ты с коленок, Джордж, привстань –
Как роман твой с Циммерманъ?
Друг мой, СМИ* - такая дрянь.
Припев
Тру-ля-ля в град Ангела,
В круголя по США,
Ночки круты
C однодневкой-группой.
Наш гастроль в град Ангела,
В круголя по США,
Распознаем - кто здесь в теме, кто здесь глупый?
Здесь жратвы – всё не сожрешь,
Без приправы сэндвич, ну и что ж…
Но он большой - прокормишь лошадь, правда…
"У Барни» в баре биллиардный пул,
«Жирный Миння» - супер крут,
Ты с шарами рядом, как полнейший шут, о, да…
Припев
Прямиком бежишь на радио,
Где тебя раскрутят в час или за два,
Потом шоу на ТВ, от которых помутится голова.
Припев
Пустошь эту хлестанем,
Динамитом все взорвем,
Ослепим огнем, лучом зажжем, сожжем.
На коленях он стоит.
Друг мой, средство МИ до нас спешит…
Тру-ля-ля нам на ЭЛ-ЭЙ,
Тру-ля-ля нам на Ю-ЭС-ЭЙ,
Ночки круты
C однодневкой-группой.
Тру-ля-ля нам на эЛ-эЙ,
Ты на Штаты кол забей,
Сами знаем - кто здесь в теме, а кто глупый?
Down on Sunset dynamite,
Blinding lights on the Marquee shining bright.
There's George on his knees again,
On the town with Miss Zimmerman,
Alert the media and then my friend.
(Chorus) Ooh la la in L.A., Ooh la la in the U.S.A.
One night stands with a one night band is this
Ooh la la in L.A., Ooh la la in the U.S.A.
Making out every turned on a hit and miss.
You see the food and you feel the force,
B.L.T. and there ain't no sauce,
You get enough to feed a horse that's true.
Down at Barney's playing pool,
Minnesota Fats is ulta cool,
A load of balls make you look a fool then you.
(Chorus)
Runaway on the radio,
A powerplay every hour or so,
A never ending red eyed T.V. show.
(Chorus)
It's in the dead of night, And it's a dynamite,
The blinding lights are shining brighter and brighter.
He's on his knees again,
Alert the media my friend.
Пустошь ночи хлестанем,
Зал концертный мы взорвем,
Ослепим огнем и вновь зажжем.
Ты с коленок, Джордж, привстань –
Как роман твой с Циммерманъ?
Друг мой, СМИ* - такая дрянь.
Припев
Тру-ля-ля в град Ангела,
В круголя по США,
Ночки круты
C однодневкой-группой.
Наш гастроль в град Ангела,
В круголя по США,
Распознаем - кто здесь в теме, кто здесь глупый?
Здесь жратвы – всё не сожрешь,
Без приправы сэндвич, ну и что ж…
Но он большой - прокормишь лошадь, правда…
"У Барни» в баре биллиардный пул,
«Жирный Миння» - супер крут,
Ты с шарами рядом, как полнейший шут, о, да…
Припев
Прямиком бежишь на радио,
Где тебя раскрутят в час или за два,
Потом шоу на ТВ, от которых помутится голова.
Припев
Пустошь эту хлестанем,
Динамитом все взорвем,
Ослепим огнем, лучом зажжем, сожжем.
На коленях он стоит.
Друг мой, средство МИ до нас спешит…
Тру-ля-ля нам на ЭЛ-ЭЙ,
Тру-ля-ля нам на Ю-ЭС-ЭЙ,
Ночки круты
C однодневкой-группой.
Тру-ля-ля нам на эЛ-эЙ,
Ты на Штаты кол забей,
Сами знаем - кто здесь в теме, а кто глупый?
Whiplash in the dead of night
Down on Sunset dynamite,
Blinding lights on the marquee shining bright.
There's George on his knees again,
On the town with Miss Zimmerman,
Alert the media and then my friend.
(Chorus) Ooh la la in L.A., Ooh la la in the U.S.A.
One night stands with one night
Ooh la la in L.A., Ooh la la in the U.S.A.
Making out every hit and miss.
You see the food
B.L.T. and there ain't no sauce,
You get enough to feed a horse that's true.
Down at Barney's playing pool,
Minnesota Fats is ulta cool,
Then you.
(Chorus)
Runaway on the radio
A powerplay every hour or so,
A red-eyed T.V. show.
(Chorus)
And it's a dynamite,
The blinding lights are shining brighter and brighter.
He's on his knees again,
Alert the media my friend.
Waste the night whip,
We will blow up the concert hall,
Blind fire and re-ignite.
You're off your knees, George, get up -
How is your romance with Zimmerman?
My friend, the media * - such rubbish.
Chorus
Tru la la la grad Angela
In the US round,
The nights are cool
With a one-day group.
Our tour in Angel hail,
In the US round,
We recognize - who is here in the subject, who is stupid here?
Here grub - you will not eat everything,
No sandwich seasoning, but so what ...
But he is big - feed the horse, really ...
& quot; Barney’s billiard pool bar
“Fat Minna” is super cool
You're with the balls next, like a complete jester, oh, yes ...
Chorus
You run straight to the radio,
Where you will be promoted in an hour or two
Then the show on TV, from which the head is clouded.
Chorus
This waste we whip,
We blow everything up with dynamite
Blind fire, light a beam, burn.
On his knees, he stands.
My friend, the MI means is in a hurry before us
Tru la la us on al-hey
Tru-la-la to us on U-ES-AY,
The nights are cool
With a one-day group.
Tru la la us al-hey
You score on the States,
We know ourselves - who is here in the subject, and who is stupid?
Down on Sunset dynamite,
Blinding lights on the marquee shining bright.
There's George on his knees again,
On the town with Miss Zimmerman,
Alert the media and then my friend.
(Chorus) Ooh la la in L.A., Ooh la la in the U.S.A.
One night stands with one night
Ooh la la in L.A., Ooh la la in the U.S.A.
Making out every hit and miss.
You see the food
B.L.T. and there ain't no sauce,
You get enough to feed a horse that's true.
Down at Barney's playing pool,
Minnesota Fats is ulta cool,
Then you.
(Chorus)
Runaway on the radio
A powerplay every hour or so,
A red-eyed T.V. show.
(Chorus)
And it's a dynamite,
The blinding lights are shining brighter and brighter.
He's on his knees again,
Alert the media my friend.
Waste the night whip,
We will blow up the concert hall,
Blind fire and re-ignite.
You're off your knees, George, get up -
How is your romance with Zimmerman?
My friend, the media * - such rubbish.
Chorus
Tru la la la grad Angela
In the US round,
The nights are cool
With a one-day group.
Our tour in Angel hail,
In the US round,
We recognize - who is here in the subject, who is stupid here?
Here grub - you will not eat everything,
No sandwich seasoning, but so what ...
But he is big - feed the horse, really ...
& quot; Barney’s billiard pool bar
“Fat Minna” is super cool
You're with the balls next, like a complete jester, oh, yes ...
Chorus
You run straight to the radio,
Where you will be promoted in an hour or two
Then the show on TV, from which the head is clouded.
Chorus
This waste we whip,
We blow everything up with dynamite
Blind fire, light a beam, burn.
On his knees, he stands.
My friend, the MI means is in a hurry before us
Tru la la us on al-hey
Tru-la-la to us on U-ES-AY,
The nights are cool
With a one-day group.
Tru la la us al-hey
You score on the States,
We know ourselves - who is here in the subject, and who is stupid?