Out Of L. A. lyrics

Artist  : Jude 
Song : Out Of L. A.



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 This town’s got to shake down to it’s roots
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

Chorus:
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

A big fat man’s gonna make me a king
He’s 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.

The boy whores sell their souls on the boulevard
And that’s a shirt-free store where they
don’t take a credit card
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. . .