Lyrics: Brian Wilson. That Lucky Old Sun. Venice Beach.

Venice beach is poppin' like live shrimp dropped on a hot walk
Hucksters, hustlers and hawkers set up their boardwalk shops
Home for all the homeless, hopeless well-heeled and deranged
Still nothin' here seems out of place or strange

There's an old smudge of a beatnik by the bay
Lookin' like a dog who's had his day like a dream he drifts away
He likes to go out on the pier to hear the reedy carousel
It's got a melody that sets you free and says
Let's set a spell just to hear the heartbeat in LA