L.A.

Teddy Thompson · L.A. [2001]

Let's blow this taco stand

This cultural wasteland

L.A., I've taken all I can

Your sunshine burns me

Your traffic drives me

Crazy

You beautiful women

All legs and silicone

They're custom-built for sin



Every day at the gym,

Work out, stay thin

Oh my, just

Look at the shape you're in

Never mind about the nights out drinking

The cocaine binging

The lack of thinking

Whoa, my brain is shrinking,

Everyday



Surfer boy rock out

But the witch I can do without

This is no place for me,

There's no doubt



Pale skin and good taste

My mind is a shame to waste

Oh Lord, there must be a better place

Where the streets ain't paved with gold

Where twenty-five ain't considered too old

Where they've got weather that's hot and cold

Whoa, L.A. getting old (x4)