i live in a small town deep in la about five miles north of where the lakers play now everybody here s from someplace else working all together just like santa s elves baby culver me and i ll culver you when the streets are shining with the smoggy dew when the lights are glowing with the mists of june and the whole world is lit up by the culver moon baby don t worry bout angelyne she ain t the prettiest thing i ve ever seen nothing she wears ever fits her right and her complexion is just a little too tight and the way she looks down from so high above makes me think the poor child s never been in love baby culver me and i ll culver you when the streets are shining with the smoggy dew when the lights are glowing with the mists of june and the whole world is lit up by the culver moon baby i m going to love you til the stars come down til they park their limos and they walk to town til the la river overflows its banks til the whole alternative nation bows its knobby head in thanks until the fish are jumping in ballona creek until the earth is inherited by the meek baby culver me and i ll culver you when the streets are shining with the smoggy dew when the lights are glowing with the mists of june and the whole world is illuminated by the culver moon  under the rainbow and behind versailles from the aisles of the fedco to the 405 from the mgm to veteran s park way down at chippendale s fumblin in the dark where the ghostly specter of howard hughes hovers in the smoke of a thousand barbecues baby culver me and i ll culver you when the streets are shining with the smoggy dew when the lights are glowing with the mists of june and the whole world is lit up by the culver moon