U.C.L.A. Lyrics

Yeah



There's no New Hampshires left

I'll bet the boardwalk's next

There's no New York

There's no more Cork

To set the bottle west, yeah



There's no more rodeo

There's no place else to go

There's no one left to lie to

But my car

Ah...



There is no place like Penny Lane

There's no more yesterday

But something in the way you move me

Keeps me moving on

From day to day



There's no more oyster bar

There's no more Ringo Starr

There's no one left to love

But you and me



There's no more Mr. Wrong

There's no more mystery

And nothing left

That's less

Than you from me



There's nothing left to fight, aw...

There's only black and white

And when you're west of me, oh-oh

And when you're west of me

U.C.L.A.



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