Back In L.A.

Oh yeah.
I never knew the sun could feel so good.
And for a while, I thought it never would.
Then I got home and finally understood.
It’s good to be back in L.A. again.
Good to be back on my own ground.
It’s good to be back in L.A. again.
Good to be back in my home town.

Oh yeah.
I’ve traveled down the streets of Amsterdam.
Sung to a princess, and I called her Ma’am.
Hung out in London and in Paris, France.
It’s good to be back in L.A. again.
Good to be back on my own ground.
It’s good to be back in L.A. again.
Good to be back in my home town.

Hey, this is my world, oh yeah,
for the better of the worse, oh no.
And this is my life, oh yeah.
You don’t get to rehearse, oh no.
This is my time, and I like being free.
I know I can do it if L.A. is there for me.

Oh yeah.
I never knew the sun could shine so bright.
I can’t remember where I stayed last night.
But now I’m home and ev’rything’s all right.
Come on and say, “Oh yeah.”
Let me hear you say, “Oh yeah.”
Need to hear you sing, “Oh yeah.”
Got to hear you say, “Oh yeah.”
Good to be back in L.A.
Oh yeah!

I’ve been to the north, oh yeah,
but it’s too cold for me, oh no.
I’ve been to the south, oh yeah,
when it’s too hot to breathe, oh no.
I’ve traveled the world, and you know what I found:
the world is my oyster but L.A. is my home town.

Oh yeah.
I never knew the sun could shine so bright.
I can’t remember where I stayed last night.
But now I’m home and ev’rything’s all right.
Come on and say, “Oh yeah.”
Let me hear you say, “Oh yeah.”
Need to hear you sing, “Oh yeah.”
Got to hear you say, “Oh yeah.”
Good to be back in L.A.
Oh yeah!