East of the 405 Songtext
von Strawberry Fuzz

I′ll pick you Il'l drive you home
I′ll pick you up I'll take you around town baby
We're getting drunk we′re getting drunk
Till the sun comes up in the back of Miller′s van
Saturday I'll meet you down on the beach
Brooks Street kids are scraping their knees
It′s not enough I'll never leave
Those high waist bikinis calling my name

And I hate all those kids
East of the 405
And they all think they′re in bands
East of the 405
And they think that they're so sick
And I′ll never go
East of the 405


You think you're punk, you think you're down with the scene
You′re just a punk, hanging on Abbot Kinney
You think you′re tough you start a fight
I'll send you back to the east of the 405

And I hate all those kids
East of the 405
And they all think they′re in bands
East of the 405
And they think that they're so sick
And I′ll never go
East of the 405

(Strawberry Fuzz is canceled)

Hop in the van, I'll call the man on the way
We′ll head to Dap's, we'll tell them when they can cruise
Just bring a rack
Because he′s going to kick us out if we run out of booze


And I hate all those kids
East of the 405
And they all think they′re in bands
East of the 405
And they think that they're so sick
And I′ll never go
East of the 405