It's nine o' clock on Monday morning and I'm late   I stayed up drinking with the girls from Silver Lake   With no make-up on I get into my car   And then I drive into the freeway parking lot      They say I'm lazy, I'm always late   Full of excuses, I'm from LA   They say I'm careless, can't find my way   Crazy and precious, I'm from LA      I'm all hung over, feels like nails inside my head   It's getting hot, the sweat is dripping down my legs   The air conditioner still broken from the quake   And now I'm melting like a wax doll in the flames   (Here in LA)      They say I'm lazy, I'm always late   Full of excuses, I'm from LA   They say I'm careless, can't find my way   Crazy and precious, I'm from LA      The radio says sig alert all throughout the five   I'm right behind an ugly Saab with broken lights   I put my make-up on while Betty's on the line   With nothing else to do it helps me pass the time      They say we are lazy, we are always late   Full of excuses, we are from LA   They say we are careless, can't find our way   Crazy and precious, we are from LA