Everybody's Gotta find a reason Everybody's Gotta find a way Joe's a little man with real big schemes He's gotta fake tan and tight blue jeans He loves his mom and his green Chevrolet that he drives around almost every day Sally Sue's a waitress on Sunset and Vine She likes disco tunes and dry white wine She's been waiting tables for ten months straight She's been sending out her headshots And she believes in fate You gotta rock You gotta find your way Big Nappy Walker Walks all over LA He can't drive a car Cause his license was taken away Now Big Nappy Walker walks into the cafe Where Sally Sue is waiting for her big break Sitting at the counter next to Nap is friendly Dan Always gives free advice whenever he can He's permanently unemployed but he gets help from the VA cause he was shot up in 'Nam, or so they say Everybody's gotta find a reason Everybody's gotta find a way Everybody's gotta find a reason live man, live man You gotta rock You gotta find your way Scene two, cut two A few blocks down Here walks a patrol man named officer Brown Kids call him a beat cop cause he walks a beat And he wears corrective shoes on account of his flat feet LA is a silly place it don't make no sense It's the classclown in the spotlights sometime's amusing but always dense Los Angelenos, they're doing the best they can To put out all the fires by pouring gasoline into a frying pan Violence begets violence so they say Handguns beget gunshot wounds each and every day Fate was already down that faithful day It was too late to stop it when Nap walked in to Sally Sue's cafe You wonder what happened What went down To big Nappy Walker, Joe, Sally Sue and Officer Brown Tune in tomorrow Bet you just can't wait We're all suckers for stories and watching the tube Til much too late Don't leave me hanging, tell me what's going on You say I'm addicted to tube and the groove and the merchandise bong Follow the leader, follow him straight to hell Alternative is mainstream poppish shlock And shlock always sells Everybody's Gotta find a reason It gets harder every day Everybody's Gotta find a reason Now why would you move to LA You gotta rock You gotta find your way Do you folks have the story? Do you know how it's gonna end? If this was a hollywood script pitch Nap would be a junky and Dan would be his mom connected friend Oh yeah, so into the cafe walks Officer Brown He sees Nappy Walker Nap sees him and he knows it's going down Hands fly to holsters and Joe gets up Throws his plate It hits Nappy's big head, he runs for the door but it's too late But this is just a day in the life in this sunny CA town Just a bunch of hungry Angelenos in a cafe nothing else is going down Everybody's Gotta find a reason Everybody's Gotta find a way Everybody's Gotta find a reason Live man, live man