Out Of L. A. Lyrics - 430 N. Harper Ave. - Jude

This town's got to shake down to its roots 

An' I don't know if that's the sands or the tropical fruits 

I don't believe all the things I see 

But I'm still betting on you and me 

Hey hey baby, we've gotta get out of L.A. 

Hey hey baby, we've gotta get out of L.A. 

I met a girl who looked like a movie star 

She was going for a ride and I don't 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 

Hey hey baby, we've gotta get out of L.A. 

Hey hey baby, we've gotta get out of L.A. 

A big fat man's gonna make me a king 

He 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, we've gotta get out of L.A. 

Hey hey baby, we've gotta get out of L.A. 

Hey hey baby, we've gotta go get out of L.A. 

Hey hey baby, we've gotta get out of L.A. 

A tattoo is a popular accoutrement 

They come in red and in blues and it says anything you want 

And some folks say you gonna regret 

But the 'some days' haven't come around just yet 

Hey hey baby, we've gotta get out of L.A. 

Hey hey baby, we've gotta get out of L.A. 

Hey hey baby, we've gotta go get out of L.A. 

Hey baby, we've gotta get out of L.A. 

The boy whores sell their souls on the boulevard 

And that's a shirt-free store where they don't take credit cards 

From the hills to the chills it's a quick fall down 

It's a great big city, it's a real small town 

Hey hey baby, we've gotta get out of L.A. 

Hey hey baby, we've gotta get out of L.A. 

Hey hey baby, we've gotta go get out of L.A. 

Hey hey baby, we've gotta go get out of 

Hey hey baby, we've gotta get out of L.A.