It's 9 O'clock on Monday morning and I'm late   I stayed up drinking with the girls in Silver Lake   With no makeup 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 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 throughout the five   I'm right behind an ugly Saab with broken lights   I put my makeup on while Betty's on the line   With nothing else to do it helps me pass the time      They say we're lazy, we're always late   Full of excuses, we're from LA   They say we're careless, can't find our way   Crazy and precious, we're from LA