La (oh ay?) Who'd have thought right smack dab in the middle of watts That the belching bus and the broken bulbs Devilpour me another shot! Hey hey la, who'd have thought La after closing is down to me And same old stores Well johnny's all right if you buy him a gin Tell you his stories about errol Flynn he even danced with marilyn! No way! that's what they say Devilpour me another shot! Hey hey la, who'd have thought Up through the cracks, Up through the broken glass In the hot red light of a black and white Roses grow Roxy who's in tonight She's down in the room and wearing the fishnet tights She's got more lines in '65 than the teenage boys She keeps up all night heavy metal Young high cop, cantcha handle that kind of talk You know the strippers here are really Rough Devilpour me another shot! Hey hey la, who'd have thought Up through the cracks, Up through the broken glass In the hot red light of a black and white Roses grow