Videos Suck

On a dark desert highway, I was headed for the coast
Puttin’ my foot right to the floor of my ’67 Porsche
Listen to some music, the kind I like the best
Like the Eagles, Browne, the California sound
I kept it pointed west
And when I got to Sunset Strip
I called for the Captain
He said, Brother, ain’t you hip

Well the Hotel California
It isn’t here no more
Some fools came round and knocked it down
Put up a video store
Well you know they’re just Pretenders
And I wish them all good luck
But you and me, we both know
Videos suck

I met some Boys of Summer
They were surfin’ on the waves
Sayin’ it’s a bummer, man
We miss those good old days
Back when all the music
It felt so strong and real
And it wasn’t about the way you looked
But how it made you feel
We went up and looked down at the lights
Shared some wine and drank a toast
To those long, gone Hollywood Nights

‘Cause the Hotel California
It isn’t here no more
Some fools came round and knocked it down
Put up a video store
Well you know they’re just Pretenders
And I wish them all good luck
But you and me, we both know
Videos suck