Duran Duran Drive By

It was the hottest day in July
And all along Santa Monica Blvd
cars were stood still
And a gleaming metal tube
Would stretch all the way from Highland
Back to La Brea.
And she met under Los Angeles sunshine
Young man was sitting at the wheel
On his way to make a pickup
Turned off the air-con
Rolled down the window
And began to sweat
Out over the Hollywood hills
He saw the clouds building
Like great dark towers of rain