Red Miata

 

He was just a junior agent working hard for ICM

They said he was a stand up guy, no bigger mensch than him

Fresh from the New York Office, his Guccis always shined

His jacket said "Armani", his card said "Andy Klein"

Yes, his card said "Andy Klein"

Well the call come early Monday, they said this client must be signed

Then they faxed the wrong directions to young agent Andy Klein

 

He didn't know L.A. too well, he got all turned around

And he drove his red Miata

His shiny red Miata

His bright blood red Miata

To the Crips' part of town

To the Crips' part of town

 

Andy could not read no Thomas Guide and he wandered much too far

To where some folks took exception to the color of his car

Andy pulled up to a corner where the homeboys wore no red

But packed pistols in their pockets and tied blue rags on their heads

Tied blue rags on their heads

And say, "Hey Fellas, I believe this map is wrong

Could you please give me directions to a restaurant called Le Dome?"

But the meeting, it went untaken and the client, he was not signed

As he ate his lunch and muttered

"Where the hell is Andy Klein?"

"Where the hell is Andy Klein?"

 

He didn't know L.A. too well, he got all turned around

And he drove his red Miata

His shiny red Miata

His bright blood red Miata

To the Crips' part of town

To the Crips' part of town

 

Well a call come into ICM, a policman on the line

Said, "We've found a red Miata that was leased to an Andrew Klein"

His beeper was still a beepin and his cell phone, it was still warm

But he never made his meeting on that fateful Monday morn

For the sky cams, they could not spot him, nor the squad cars on the ground

And after fourteen days of looking

Andy Klein was never found

Andy Klein was never found

 

Though they searched south central over, blocked off Crenshaw up and down

Where he drove his red Miata

His shiny red Miata

His bright blood red Miata

To the Crips' part of town

To the Crips' part of town

 

Some say that when the moon is full and slips behind the smog

You can hear his whining Mazda coming through the fog

So all you heed this warning, if there's an agent on the phone

Could be the hungry ghost of Andy Klein

Still looking for the Le Dome

Still looking for the Le Dome

 

For he didn't know L.A. too well

he got all turned around

And he drove his red Miata

His shiny red Miata

His bright blood red Miata

To the Crips' part of town

To the Crips' part of town

 

©2000 Patrick Weathers & David Sheffield / BMI

 

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