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Lil Ole Lady From Pasadena

In but a few notes in the seventies, I recognized The Beach Boys Little Ole Lady from Pasadena inspired me to push petal to the metal. I had never wanted to be in California, and now I wanted to live there. Thanks to Surfer Girl, Good Vibrations, Kokomo, Wouldn’t it be Nice? I am singing along, with my windows down, my hair flying in the wind. These boys keep the happy beat coming, incorporating a bit of jazz California Dreamin, Surfin Safari, Dance, Dance, Dance. I am surprised to notice I am going a hundred miles an hour now. Brian, Dennis, Carl, Mike and Al should be paying for my speeding tickets I still drive ninety miles an hour to Little Ole Lady from Pasadena.

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