text: Ray, I think youre the one that—when you feel like its about ready to start, come down an octave, or something... alright. Yeah
  Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
  Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
  Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalow
  Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light?
  Or just another lost angel
  City at night
  City at Night, City at Night
  City of Night, woo, cmon
  L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
  L.A. Woman, Sunday afternoon
  L.A. Woman, Sunday afternoon
  L.A. Woman, Sunday afternoon
  Drive thru your suburbs Into your blues, into your blues
  Into your blues, into your blues
  Into your blues, yeah
  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 freeways
  Midnightem alleys roam
  Cops in cars, the topless bars
  Never saw a woman so alone
  So alone So alone, so alone
  Motel Money Murder Madness
  Lets change the mood from glad to sadness
  Mr. Mojo Risin
  Mr. Mojo Risin
  Mr. Mojo Risin
  Mr. Mojo Risin
  Got to keep on risin
  Mr. Mojo Risin
  Mr. Mojo Risin
  Mojo Risin, gotta
  Mojo Risin
  Mr. Mojo Risin
  Gotta keep on risin
  Risin, risin
  Gone risin, risin
  Im gone risin, risin
  I gotta risin, risin
  Well, risin, risin
  I gotta, wooo, yeah
  Risin Woah, ohh yeah
  Just got into town about an hour ago
  Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
  Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
  Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light?
  Or just another lost angel...City of Night
  City of Night, City of Night
  City of Night, woah, cmon
  L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
  L.A. Woman, your my woman
  Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman
  L.A. L.A. Woman Woman L.A. Woman cmon