Vārdi: Brian Wilson. That Lucky Old Sun. Morning Beat.

Maw, maw miama glory, Hallelujah
a??Maw, maw miama glory, Hallelujaha??a??
The sun burns a hole through the 6 AM hazea??
Turns up the volume and shows off it's raysa??
Another Dodger-blue sky is crowning L.A.a??
The City of Angels is rushed every daya??
That lucky old sun smiles on mea??
Wanna slide down the mountain to the dancin' seaa??a??I'm rockin' to the morning beat
a??It's risin' from star studded concrete
a??This city has my favorite soundtrack
a??It makes you wanna move even though it's laid backa??
Take it in stride it'll kick start your feet
a??When you're tuned in to the morning beata??a??
Driving through the maze of the Hollywood Hillsa??
Headed to the ocean for a view that would killa??
Watching from the Wheel in Santa Monica Piera??
A million diamonds floating on heavenly tiersa??
The gentle wind won't make a sounda??
Even though it's forcing the waves to crown


a??a??Maw, maw, miama glory, Hallelujaha??
Maw, maw, miama glory, Hallelujaha??a??

Hear those guitars gently strummin'a??
Hear the voices softly hummin'
a??It's hard to feel down living in this towna??
But you're so far awaya??It's a long long way from Januarya??
All the way to December
a??a??Even when the sun and I cannot sleepa??
There's an unspoken promise that we keepa??
We'll party all night into another daya??
And keep the golden glow of L.A.a??
Even when we are deep in sleepa??I'm listenin' for the rhythm of the morning beata??I listen for the mornin' beata??I listen for the mornin' beata??a??

Maw, maw, miama glory, Hallelujaha??
Maw, maw, miama glory, Hallelujah