U.c.l.a. Lyrics

Harry Nilsson U.c.l.a.

Yeah

There's no New Hampshires left
I'll bet the boardwalk's next
There's no New York
There's no more Cork
To set the bottle west, yeah

There's no more rodeo
There's no place else to go
There's no one left to lie to
But my car
Ah...

There is no place like Penny Lane
There's no more yesterday
But something in the way you move me
Keeps me moving on
From day to day

There's no more oyster bar
There's no more Ringo Starr
There's no one left to love
But you and me

There's no more Mr. Wrong
There's no more mystery
And nothing left
That's less
Than you from me

There's nothing left to fight, aw...
There's only black and white
And when you're west of me, oh-oh
And when you're west of me
U.C.L.A.

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