Songtext The deal Ray Davies

The deal

I'm saying the people in this town have to be locked up. All of 'em. We have to leave and these people have to be locked up. D'ya know what I mean?

I'm going to LA, check into a quiet, groovy hotel
Get myself a tan by the sleepy pool
Meet a pretty girl, walk her down the strip
And chill out in the bar

Then I will rent a car
An open-top Mustang
To cruise around the beach
And I'll check out all the babes
While the sun goes down
By then I will be ready
To party and that's cool

When I'm emotionally refreshed
Relaxed and confident
I'll hit Rodeo Drive
And drink a cappuccino
And depending how I feel
I'll grab a piece of action
At the Beverly Hills
And get myself a deal
Isn't it wonderful, marvelous
Utterly surreal
Totally fabulous, fraudulent
Bogus and unreal
This is my lucky day
I'll travel to LA
And get myself a deal

Today I'm a bullshit millionaire
As good as anyone, better than I was
In dreary Angleterre, real but disillusioned
Traveling on the tube, riding on the bus
Now I'm full of self-belief
Pretend to be somebody while the credit's good
I will rent a mansion somewhere in Bel Air
Confidence abounding, looking really awesome
Truly debonair

It'll be wonderful, marvelous
Feeling really fake
Feeling so fabulous, fraudulent
A counterfeit on the make
Today I'm gonna get my break
Go to LA, strike myself a deal
And be part of the American Dream

It'll be wonderful, marvelous (wonderful, marvelous)

Woman speaking:
Hey Ray, what's the haps?(?)

Man speaking:
What's the deal, Ray?
What's the deal?

It's been a while
I haven't seen you for at least a year or more
Or is it less? I can't be sure
But anyway
You must've heard about the troubles that I had
Still I got through, I always manage to
And by the way, how are you?
(Ooh, marvelous)
How is your life? How is it goin'?

I still have to sign a contract
People in this town have to be locked up
All of 'em

Hey Ray, what's the deal?
Yeah, what's the deal, Ray?

The deal is...