Lyrics Venice Beach (Narrative) - Brian Wilson

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 nothin' here seems out of place or strange
There′s an old smudge of a beatnik by the bay
Lookin' 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 LA