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Now you may see me at the Rainbow Kinda stapled to the bar Or maybe stumblin' down Sunset Lookin' for my car If I was halfway conscious I'd be totally under control I'm the East-End charmer With the West-Coast soul They call me "Brighton Rock meets California Roll" I'll tell you all about the '60s If you buy me a drink And how I played with everybody But the kitchen sink I'd rather freeload in comfort Than be freezin' back home on the dole Ooh, yeah I'm the Soho loner at the Hollywood Bowl I'm Mister Brighton Rock Meets California Roll I bet your mama had A picture of me on her wall I bet I coulda had her Letras de cancionesJust like I coulda had 'em all I'm the guitar hero With the chops half gone I'm the '67 Rickenbacker Out of pawn But when you Hear me tell it, baby Everything's just solid gold Ooh, yeah I'm the sly Brit spy coming out of the cold I'm Agent Brighton Rock Meets California Roll California Roll, ooh yeah California Roll, ooh yeah California Roll From Letras Mania