This town's got to shake down to its roots   An' 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   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   Hey hey baby, we've gotta get out of L.A.   Hey hey baby, we've gotta get out of L.A.      A big fat man's gonna make me a king   He 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.      A tattoo is a popular accoutrement   They come in red and in blues and it says anything you want   And some folks say you gonna regret   But the 'some days' haven't come around just yet   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 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 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'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 get out of   Hey hey baby, we've gotta get out of L.A.