Birthday in Los Angeles

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

Cuz 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

Fuck you L.A.