I'm saying the people in this town have to be locked up
All of 'em
We have to leave and these people have to be locked up
D'ya know what I mean?
I'm going to LA
Check into a quiet, groovy hotel
Get myself a tan
By the sleepy pool
Meet a pretty girl
Walk her down the strip
And chill out in the bar
Then I will rent a car
An open-top Mustang
To cruise around the beach
And I'll check out all the babes
While the sun goes down
By then I will be ready
To party and that's cool
When I'm emotionally refreshed
Relaxed and confident
I'll hit Rodeo Drive
And drink a cappuccino
And depending how I feel
I'll grab a piece of action
At the Beverly Hills
And get myself a deal
Isn't wonderful, marvelous
Utterly surreal
Totally fabulous, fraudulent
Bogus and unreal
This is my lucky day
I'll travel to LA
And get myself a deal
Today I'm a bullshit millionaire
As good as anyone
Better than I was
In dreary Anglaterre
Real but disillusioned
Traveling on the tube
Riding on the bus
Now I'm full of self-belief
Pretend to be somebody
While the credit's good
I will rent a mansion
Somewhere in Bel Air
Confidence abounding
Looking really awesome
Truly debonair
It'll be wonderful, marvelous
Feeling really fake
Feeling so fabulous, fraudulent
A counterfeit on the make
Today I'm gonna get my break
Go to LA
Strike myself a deal
And be part of the American Dream
It'll be wonderful, marvelous (wonderful, marvelous)
Hey Ray, what's the haps?
Yeah, what's the deal, Ray?
What's the deal?
It's been a while
I haven't seen you for at least a year or more
Or is it unless I can't be sure
But anyway
You must've heard about the troubles that I had
Still I got through, I always manage to
And I
(Ooh, marvelous)
How is your life?
How is it goin'?
People in this town have to be locked up
Hey Ray, what's the deal?
Yeah, what's the deal, Ray?