Laurel was a girl i knew,

Made of dirt and stone

Pretty hip in younger times,

Now she sits alone

With a hundred thousand,

Beat up architectural disasters

She calls homes

Beverly glen was pretty

All the rich boys loved her curves

She tried to get the credit sometimes

More than she deserved

Like those cheesy 80's movies

She epitomized all things

We'd come to know

Beachwood was a boheme

From the sexy 60's scene

Grew up east of w. hollywood

And somewhere in between

All the madness laurel puts up with, but

Somehow always tolerates a scene

Nicols had a lot in common

With performing arts

A and r guys having cookouts

On her back with super stars

But she had some nasty habits and some

Roadwork to repair this drama queen

Sometimes beachwood yelled at laurel

On the terms of selling out

Then laurel yelled at beverly

For not knowing what life's about

With her trust fund friends and family,

It felt just like an earthquake

When she'd shout

And silverlake just stood there

With her nose up in the air

Pushing up her horn rimmed glasses saying,

I dont fucking care

Bout the drama all you idiots are buying,

Selling, leasing, up there

San fernando was a struggling actor

Drove a deli truck to the sets of porno

Movies, just trying to make a buck

While his pilot sits in escrow, he dreams of

Dating beverly one day