LA pick up the phone. I need to talk to you. Stop sleeping with my new friends. And all the old ones too. Remember when we met?. I thought you thought I was boring. Then you called me on the phone. To arrange my birthday party. Well this ain't a script to a movie. I don't drive a fancy car. Those flashing lights don't mean a thing to me. Goodbye LA. Da da da daa. You showed me around the house. You took me by the wrist. Introduced me to your pals. The scientologists. We cut the cake and sang. And I tried to fake a smile. And I drank and drank and drank. Because I felt so out of style. Well this ain't my birthday party. No it's just a fashion show. Yeah this is something it just isn't me eh. So long LA. Da da da da da. So long LA. I dull miss hollywood. Enjoy the hazy city. I'm sure you're feeling good. But soon enough you'll miss me. I ain't got too much money. And nobody knows my name. But here is something I just have to say. Fuck you LA