Out of L.A. Lyrics

	作曲 : Christodal
	This town's got to shake down to its roots
	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
	Chorus: 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
	A big fat man's gonna make me a king
	He's 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. The boy whores sell their souls on the boulevard
	And that's a shirt-free store where they don't take a credit card
	From the hills to the chills its 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. . .

	zuo qu : Christodal
	This town' s got to shake down to its roots
	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
	Chorus: 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 twentythree
	A big fat man' s gonna make me a king
	He' s got a seethrough tan and a pinky diamond ring
	Slickedback 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. The boy whores sell their souls on the boulevard
	And that' s a shirtfree store where they don' t take a credit card
	From the hills to the chills its 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. . .

	zuò qǔ : Christodal
	This town' s got to shake down to its roots
	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
	Chorus: 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 twentythree
	A big fat man' s gonna make me a king
	He' s got a seethrough tan and a pinky diamond ring
	Slickedback 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. The boy whores sell their souls on the boulevard
	And that' s a shirtfree store where they don' t take a credit card
	From the hills to the chills its 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. . .

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