Out Of L. A.
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This towns got to shake down to its roots
I dont know if thats the sands or the tropical fruits
I dont believe all the things I see
But Im still betting on you and me
Chorus:
Hey, hey baby, weve gotta get out of l.a.
Hey, hey baby, weve gotta get out of l.a.
I met a girl who looked like a movie star
She was going for a ride and I dont mean in a car
Had a brain about the size of a frozen pea
And on a scale of one to ten she was twenty-three
A big fat mans gonna make me a king
Hes got a see-through tan and a pinky diamond ring
Slicked-back hair shirt to his thigh
Import silk slave labor dyed
Hey, hey baby, weve gotta get out of l.a.
Hey, hey baby, weve gotta get out of l.a.
Hey, hey baby, weve gotta go get out of l.a.
Hey, hey baby, weve gotta get out of l.a.
The boy whores sell their souls on the boulevard
And thats a shirt-free store where they dont take a credit card
From the hills to the chills its a quick fall down
Its a great big city, its a real small town
Hey, hey baby, weve gotta get out of l.a.
Hey, hey baby, weve gotta get out of l.a.
Hey, hey baby, weve gotta go get out of l.a.
Hey, hey baby, weve gotta go. . .
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