E                 B7                E
This town's gotta shake down to its roots
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And I don't know if that's the sands or the tropical fruits
E                      E7
I don't believe all the things I see
    A7                 A7/Bb
But I'm still bettin' on you and me
E             B7                  E
Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.
E             B7                  E
Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.

A met a girl who looked like a movie star
She was goin' for a ride and I don't mean in a car
Had the brain about the size of a frozen pea
But on a scale of one to ten she was twenty-three
Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.

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

A big fat man's gonna make me a king
He gotta see through tan and a pinky diamond ring
Slick back hair, shirt to his thigh
Import silk, slave labor dyed
Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.

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

A tattoo is a popular accoutrement
It come in red and in blue and it says anything you want
Some folks say your gonna regret
But the somedays haven't come around just yet
Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.

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

And 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 gotta get out of L.A.

Hey hey baby, we gotta get out of L.A.
E             B7                     E   E7(9)
Hey hey baby, we gotta go get out of L.A.