Brian Wilson - Venice Beach (Narrative) lyrics

Venice Beach is poppin' Like live shrimp dropped on a hot walk Hucksters, hustlers and hawkers Set up their boardwalk shops Home for all the homeless, hopeless Well-heeled and deranged Still, nothing here seems out of place or strange There's an old smudge of a beatnik by the bay Looking like a dog who's had his day Like a dream he drifts away He likes to go out on the pier To hear the reedy carousel It's got a melody that sets you free And says, "Let's set a spell Just to hear the heartbeat in L.A."