Sunset Strip – Roger Waters

And i like playing with his great dane
But I don’t fit
I feel alien and strange, Kinda outa range

I like riding in my Uncle’s car
Down to the beach where the pretty girls all parade
And movie stars and paparazzi play
The Charles Atlas kicking sand in the face game

And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea
There’s a blood red dragon on a field of green
Calling me back
Back to the Black Hills again
Ooh, ooh, Billy come home

Billy is searching for his native land
Flicking through the station with the dial in his head
Pickingup————–and
A male voice choir on the short wave band

Billy tap’s out Jim’s number on the ‘phone
Sits shaking as he waits for Jim’s answering tone
Come on my friend, speak to me, please
the land of my fathers is calling to me
And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea
There’s a blood red dragon on a field of green
Calling me back, back to the Black Hills again
Ooh, ooh, Billy come home
.
Come on home
Hi sits in the canyon with his back to the sea
Sees a blood red dragon on a field of green
He hears a male voice choir singing Billy come home
Billy, Billy, come home

Californian Weirdo: I don’t like fish, marine fish.

Jim: You are listening to KAOS here in Los Angeles
Californian Weirdo: I don’t like fish

Jim: Yes, we’ve established that, Ah! Do you have a request?
Californian Weirdo: Shell fish, guppy, salmon, shrimp and crab and
lobster, flounder, I hate fish, but I think most of all I have


Lyric Sunset Strip – Roger Waters