Letras
Way out west there was this fella
A man who goes by The Dude I tell ya
Takin' 'er easy for all us sinners
To me no loser but one of the winners
He's a laid-back guy, lives in L.A
White Russians in his hand, he's got time to play
Bowling lanes, his second home, just rolls away
Doesn't need a reason, just another day
Why don't we just chill, and hit the lanes?
Why don't we just chill, and hit the lanes?
With his buddies by his side, dressed up no flair
They share tales and laughs, without a single care
His rug's a work of art, though now it's stained
But in his easy world, nothing's ever strained
Why do we worry? Just let it go
In L.A. sunshine, we take it slow
Lazy Sundays, they're his best days, never feels alone
From Venice Beach to the Valley, LA's his cozy home
Puffin' away and late-night walks, the lanes he roams
In his mind, life's a movie played in slow tones
Why don't we just chill, and hit the lanes?
Why don't we just chill, and hit the lanes?
With shades of blue, the L.A. skies his guide
Kicking back in sandals, the city's his ride
When he stops at Ralph's, it's Kahlúa and milk he buys
Every alley knows his name, like the ocean tides
Why don't we just chill, and hit the lanes?
Why don't we just chill, and hit the lanes?
Another frame, another roll, he's in his groove
Like the rolling waves, in rhythm he moves
Laughs echo as the pins crash, life's sweet tune
In his easygoing way, he's got nothing to prove
Why don't we just chill, and hit the lanes?
Why don't we just chill, and hit the lanes?