The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band - Coming of Age in L.A. lyrics

"Step right up folks and get your ticket to LA, the greatest freak show on earth!" You'll see poor Patty, a beautiful orphan of ten in army surplus clothes Alone in the city Selling the free press to your friends Watch as the amazing flying fat An overweight out of work drill-press operator Takes Patty into an abandoned parking lot Then see her say about the flaming f*ggot with orange hair, a pink face and a Chevrolet Meet dog Debbie Sixteen machine Wild John bullsh** world fabulous discover of talent who uses fabulous [] power to get himself a date And Mr. America stands in his one room on his one chair, his hands in the air taking pictures of himself in a mirror Going to leave Chicago, headed for LA Going to leave Chicago, headed for LA Going to leave Chicago, headed for LA Don't miss the O.'s famous show within a show Carol the snake-charmer Brenda the belly-dancer Out of the sword swallowing GTO revue Bernard up the body sniffer Tinkerbat teller of fortunes with tarot cards Maybe she's a witch! The three blind mice of palasades high The three kings of moonfire Buddha, the Mystic, and many others (Demons, witches) Here comes smiley super-star With his traveling toupee with his teeth in a jar His hearing aid on record and his vibrator working they're all there, yeah Folks, live and in person! Calvin Chemistry Danny Doper And Flower who drops six rags of rat poison and his dad today you'll meet them all! And You'll go down to the jolly bird's jail after a ride on the sinking ship with sirens on it There you'll watch the drunk judge sober himself each morning for clearcut decisions with alka seltzer and a tomato fizz fizz fizz There you'll watch Patty, who's been beaten raped and robbed Put through many things "Judge, not one bummer the whole beautiful summer!"