Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
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, LA
Da da da da da da da

[Verse 2]
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
And I drank and drank and drank
Because I felt so out of style

[Verse 3]
Well this ain't my birthday party
No, It's just a fashion show
Yeah this is something it just isn't me
So long, L.A
Da da da da da da da
So long, L.A
Da da da da da da da

[Verse 4]
I do miss Hollywood
Enjoy the hazy city
I'm sure you're feeling good
But soon enough you'll miss me

[Verse 5]
I ain't got too much money
And nobody knows my name
But here is something I just have to say:
Fuck you, L.A