They stand so patiently in line in front of Jo's
because it gives them ample opportunity to pose,
as though someone should recognize 'em from a magazine:
homo-het'ro-lesbo-metro- every other sexo in-between.
I'm goin' SoCo-loco
from all the firm and cocoa
boobs and butts –
I'm goin' nuts.
They sit and sip their double low-fat lattes so serenely
as though they know that someone's ogling them keenly,
licking lips to catch the foam suggests a sexy taste;
their cleavage is low, lest their implants go to waste.
I'm goin' SoCo-loco
from all the firm and cocoa
boobs and butts –
I'm goin' nuts.
So close yet so far out, struttin' up that hill
from Wet Salon to Guero's, noon to midnight, as they will;
Sunday afternoon, they give the impression that they
had sex all night at Hotel San Jose.
I'm goin' SoCo-loco
because of all cocoa
boobs and butts –
I'm goin' nuts.
More out-of-this world psych jams from the Los Angeles outfit, thick with noise-rock fuzz and hazy dream pop vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2021