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While we plod on with our Little lives, not golfing our cares away in the California sun, here's a tune all about it. With big, big thanks to Bill Barto for conceiving it and offering it in the Ideas page. It was such fun I added a verse. I can't believe there are only three Talking Heads tunes on the site. More!

Life During Wartime

I got a car that is loaded with golf clubs
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of a restaurant, has good Italian
A place the one percent goes

And all this flying, I hate to travel
I should be used to it now
Lived in one hotel, moved to another
Got bathrobes all over town

I’ve been in LA, and San Francisco
Been playin’ golf all around
Got time for TV, but not for radio
I ain’t got time for that now

Go out for dinner, some trendy rest'rant,
s’got a great view of the bay
I got my bankroll, AmEx and Visas
Still hope I won't have to pay

Broadcasting bayside, got on my leather
The cameras ready to roll
I keep DC time, I golf in the off times
I might not ever get home

West Coast’s a party, you see where this goes
New Cali friends all around
There ain't no snow storms, you can keep DC
I ain't going back there right now