The Doors
"L.A. Woman"

Well, took a little down about an hour ago.
Took a look around see which way the wind blow,
With a little girl in a Hollywood bungalow.
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Well that's another lost thing
City at night.
City at night.
City at night.
City at night.
Whoo! C'mon!

L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Drive thru your suburbs
Into your blues

I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar

Drivin' down your freeway
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars the topless bars
Never saw a woman
So alone.

Motel Money Murder Madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness

Mr. Mojo Risin'
Gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'