Birthday In Lost Angeles

[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