I am at light, approachable for all, -
And I commenced usual procedure:
I’ve gotten up near microphone like in church...
Oh, no, today - exactly before embrasure.

A microphone got immediately ill feeling -
The voice of mine is known as disgusting, -
Hence I’m so sure that in case I’d lie -
The amplified lie of mine is gonna be disaster

Footlights from stage - they pummel well me under ribs
The animosity of lights is radiated freely
They make me blind those all projectors
And hotness in L.A., L.A., L.A.

It’s beast, as such his tip is much as thinner
It’s hearing is awesome falsehood is heard - each iota
It does not care that I’m not right now in the mood, -
But it’s OK - I am singing perfectly all notes!

Today I well particularly hoarse,
But I am not gonna riskily change the key, -
Just after all if I get my soul swindled -
There is no way it’s gonna redirect it.

Footlights from stage - they pummel well me under ribs
The animosity of lights is radiated freely
They make me blind those all projectors
And hotness in L.A., L.A., L.A.

It’s on the neck, which is so flexible and painful
It’s moving by its head from side to side as snake.
In case if song get stop - I will be bitten
I am so obligated to perform - and suffer up to death

Hey, don’t move and freeze, just keep your stay!
I saw your sting - you are the snake, I know!
As of today - I am the charmer of the snake
So I am not singing - I’m exorcising cobra!

Footlights from stage - they pummel well me under ribs
The animosity of lights is radiated freely
They make me blind those all projectors
And hotness in L.A., L.A., L.A.

It’s gobbling with the greediness of a chick
It pulls all sounds out of my throat,
It’s gonna punch me in the forehead - nine grams of lead, -
I cannot raise my hands - those by guitar are knitted.

Again!! There’s no opportunity to end it!
What is exactly microphone of mine - who can me clarify?
Right now it is like the icon-lamp,
But I’m not holy - so microphone does not light.

Footlights from stage - they pummel well me under ribs
The animosity of lights is radiated freely
They make me blind those all projectors
And hotness in L.A., L.A., L.A.

Melodies of mine are simpler than all gamuts,
But if I miss somehow sincere tone -
I’ll get immediately hurt gushing down cheeks
By real shadow of the microphone

I am at light, approachable for all, -
And I commenced usual procedure:
I’ve gotten up near microphone like in church...
Oh, no, today - exactly before embrasure.

Footlights from stage - they pummel well me under ribs
The animosity of lights is radiated freely
They make me blind those all projectors
And hotness in L.A., L.A., L.A.