I feel the pressure in my soul
My fever’s risin’: Fire! Fire!
Emotion starts to take control
My pulse is climbin’ higher
New York City rhythm’s poundin’ in my head
It turns my brains to Jell-o
But I was L.A. born and bred
I’d rather just get mellow
Life shouldn’t make you heave and retch
That only gives you pimples. Take it slow and
Don’t take the time to grieve and kvetch
Just show the world your di-imples. And say
Spare me, baby, cut some slack
Don’t prepare me for a heart attack
Chill out. I’ve heard it all before
Scream and shout at someone else’s door
Don’t ponder life or analyze
Don’t quote from Keats or Tennyson (that’s so maudlin)
Don’t cry when Bambi’s mother dies
Just say please pass the venison
Take it easy, take a break
Play it breezy, be a flake
Don’t get queasy or start to shake
That’s a big mistake.
Life’s a piece of cake, if you say
Don’t rag me, take a flying leap
Never nag me, it disturbs my sleep
Just screw it, keep your gloom and doom
Don’t go through it while I’m in the room
Cut the trauma, honey, turn the page
Save the drama for another stage
Cram it, mama, with your fits of rage
Take a Sominex and act your age
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. End of song.
