"Birthday In Los Angeles" lyrics

LA, 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, LA
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da

You showed me around the house
You 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
'Cause 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, LA
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da
So long, LA
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da

I do miss Hollywood
Enjoy the hazy city
I'm sure you're feeling good
But soon enough you'll miss me

But I ain't got too much money, no, baby
And nobody knows my name
But here is something I just have to say
Fuck you, LA