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Theres a road Id like to tell you about, lives in my home town
Lake Shore Drive the road is called and itll take you up or down
From rags on up to riches fifteen minutes you can fly
Pretty blue lights along the way, help you right on by
And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by

And there aint no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore Drive heading into town
Just slippin on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound

And it starts up north from Hollywood, water on the driving side
Concrete mountains rearing up, throwing shadows just about five
Sometimes you can smell the green if your mind is feeling fine
There aint no finer place to be, than running Lake Shore Drive
And theres no peace of mind, or place you see, than riding on Lake Shore Drive

And there aint no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore Drive heading into town
Just slicking on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound

Its Friday night and youre looking clean
Too early to start the rounds
A ten-minute ride from the Gold Coast back make sure youre pleasure bound
And its four oclock in the morning and all of the people have gone away
Just you and your mind and Lake Shore Drive, tomorrow is another day
And the sunshines fine in the morning time, tomorrow is another day

And there aint no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore Drive heading into town
Just snaking on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound
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When ancient man screamed and beat on the ground with sticks, they called it WITCHCRAFT.
When modern man does the same thing, they call it GOLF.