U.C.L.A.

There's no New Hampshires left I'll bet the boardwalk's next There's no New York There's no more Cork To set the bottle west, yeah There's no more rodeo There's no place else to go There's no one left to lie to But my car, ah There is no place like Penny Lane There's no more yesterday But something in the way you move me Keeps me moving on from day to day There's no more oyster bar There's no more Ringo Starr There's no one left to love but you and me There's no more Mr. Wrong There's no more mystery And nothing left that's less than you from me There's nothing left to fight There's only black and white When you're west of me And when you're west of me U.C.L.A