C       G           Am
Oh L.A. pick up the phone 
                  C
I need to talk to you 
     G                    Am
Stop sleeping with my new friends, 
                     C
And all the old ones too 
G                Am                               C
Remember when we met, I thought you thought I was boring 
    G                Am
You called me on the phone, to arrange my birthday party 
F         G                C
Well this ain't a scripted movie 
F       G             C
I don't drive a fancy car 
F              G                   C        Am   F
Those flashing lights don't mean a thing to me 
G       C
Goodbye L.A. 

C   G                    Am
You showed me around the house 
                   C
You took me by the wrist 
    G                     Am                 C
You introduced me to your pals, the scientologists 
   G            Am
We cut the cake inside, 
                       C
Then I tried to fake a smile 
      G                     Am
And I drank, and drank, and drank, 'cause I felt so out of style 

F        G                 C
Oh, this ain't my birthday ṗarty 
F        G              C
No, it's just a fashion show 
F            G                  C     Am   F
Yeah this is something, it just isn't me 
   G    C
So long L.A. 

C      G       Am                        C
Well I do miss Hollywood, enjoy the hazy city 
    G                   Am
I'm sure you're feeling good 
                       F
But soon enough you'll miss me 
      G                 C
But I ain't got so much money 
F   G               C
And nobody knows my name 
F           G                C       Am   F
But here is something I just have to say 
G        C
F*ck you L.A.