[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
You showed me around 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
Because I felt so out of style
[Chorus 2]
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

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

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