Verse : C, G, Am
Chorus: F, G, C x2
        F, G, C, Am
        F, G, C

C       G           Am
Oh L.A. pick up the phone
                  C
I need to talk to you
     G                    Am
Stop sleeping with my new friends,
                     C
And all the old ones too
G                Am                               C
Remember when we met, I thought you thought I was boring
    G                Am
You called me on the phone, to arrange my birthday party
F         G                C
Well this ain't a scripted movie
F       G             C
I don?t drive a fancy car
F              G                   C        Am   F
Those flashing lights don?t mean a thing to me
G       C
Goodbye L.A.

C   G                    Am
You showed me around the house
                   C
You took me by the wrist
    G                     Am                 C
You introduced me to your pals, the scientologists
   G            Am
We cut the cake inside,
                       C
Then I tried to fake a smile
      G                     Am
And I drank, and drank, and drank, 'cause I felt so out of style

F        G                 C
Oh, this ain't my birthday ṗarty
F        G              C
No, it's just a fashion show
F            G                  C     Am   F
Yeah this is something, it just isn?t me
   G    C
So long L.A.

C      G       Am                        C
Well I do miss Hollywood, enjoy the hazy city
    G                   Am
I?m sure you?re feeling good
                       F
But soon enough you?ll miss me
      G                 C
But I ain?t got so much money
F   G               C
And nobody knows my name
F           G                C       Am   F
But here is something I just have to say
G        C
F*ck you L.A.