We saw snow on the mountains.
(But where we were going,
there was no snow.)
It was down there somewhere.
Underneath all the smog.
Finally, we could see something.
Ah, yes, an airport parking lot.
We got our Ford Escape.
Look, the underside of a plane!
We drove our car to our hotel.
(Such a lovely place…such a lovely place.
Such a lovely face…such a lovely face.)
Threw down our bags and hit Muscle Beach.
But instead of showing our biceps,
we hung upside down.