Down in the valley
Where the sunlight doesn’t shine
I live in a city that they call van nuys
Though the place has a name
Its boundary and its shape are harder to recognize
In van nuys
In van nuys

Down in the valley
Where the 170 meets the 5
For the angry bus drivers and the nine-to-fivers
I’ll make time, I’ll make time
From the threads you left behind
I’ll fashion such an elegant design
In van nuys
In van nuys
In van nuys
In van nuys