West Coast Winners

Debra messing up Kurt's hair
Hockney's taking a swim
Everyone's out for their own accursed share
Well mine is the interim
Even numbers, double billing
I'm gonna go it alone
LA solitude is thrilling
Like the clear and present danger
Of a known unknown

The call is coming from inside the house
But no one's home
You can wag the dog all you want
Just after give him a bone
Where's the center
And where's the perimeter
And why does the luck always
Go to beginners
Who knows maybe I'm a winner now
How 'bout now, how 'bout now, how 'bout now

Did we meet, or did I see you
In the last edition of
The DSM or maybe GQ
The truth is so conditional
Out the door and out of style
And out of alternatives
But there's vacancy in the rank-and-file
And custom's gonna bust ya
When the law forgives
Who do you gotta screw
To get a date in this town
I wanna know
But tell me later
It's almost time for my favorite show

See the center, see the perimeter
I've called Earth home
But I've never been there
Could I be, oh, could I be a winner now
How 'bout now, how 'bout now, how 'bout now
How 'bout now, how 'bout now, how 'bout now
How 'bout now, how 'bout now, how 'bout

Out the door and out of style
And out of alternatives
But there's vacancy in the rank-and-file
And custom's gonna bust ya
When the law forgives

The call is coming, but it's nothing
That you don't already know
It made the news, no need to choose
It either is or isn't so

There's the center, and there's the perimeter
There's the Earth and all the good folks living there
There's the beginning and all the beginners
And up there's God and a thousand ministers
And I'm down here with all the winners
Look out, baby, I just might be a winner now
How 'bout now, how 'bout now, how 'bout now
How 'bout now, how 'bout now, how 'bout now
How 'bout now, how 'bout now, how 'bout