Before the full frontal assault of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, mush-mouthed Randy Newman dropped this bomb of dopey LA worship music.
The lyrics are nothing but a cluster of references indicating familiarity with Los Angeles, so that you know that he is a bonafide resident. He doesn't even bother to attempt clever wordplay or prose. It's just name-dropping with no style whatsoever.
But that kind of lyrical pandering is barely a concern compared to the musical and melodic mediocrity involved. This song sounds like a commercial jingle. It's the kind of music typically reserved for selling soft drinks and pickup trucks. It's crass commercialism of the most blatant kind.
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