L.A. 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 scripted movie 
I don't drive a fancy car 
Those flashing lights don't mean a thing to me 
Goodbye L.A. 

You showed me round the house 
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 
Then I drank and drank and drank 
Cause I felt so out of style 

But this ain't my birthday party 
Oh it's just a fashion show 
Yeah this is something, it just isn't me 
So long L.A. 

So long L.A. 

Adieu Ms. Hollywood 
Enjoy the hazy city 
I'm sure you're feeling good 
But soon enough you'll miss me 

Well I ain't got too much money 
And nobody knows my name 
But here is something I have to say  [bad word] you L.A.