Jude - Out Of L. A. Lyrics
This towns got to shake down to its rootsI dont know if thats the sands or the tropical fruitsI dont believe all the things I seeBut Im still betting on you and meChorus:Hey, hey baby, weve gotta get out of l.a.Hey, hey baby, weve gotta get out of l.a.I met a girl who looked like a movie starShe was going for a ride and I dont mean in a carHad a brain about the size of a frozen peaAnd on a scale of one to ten she was twenty-threeA big fat mans gonna make me a kingHes got a see-through tan and a pinky diamond ringSlicked-back hair shirt to his thighImport silk slave labor dyedHey, hey baby, weve gotta get out of l.a.Hey, hey baby, weve gotta get out of l.a.Hey, hey baby, weve gotta go get out of l.a.Hey, hey baby, weve gotta get out of l.a.The boy whores sell their souls on the boulevardAnd thats a shirt-free store where they dont take a credit cardFrom the hills to the chills its a quick fall downIts a great big city, its a real small townHey, hey baby, weve gotta get out of l.a.Hey, hey baby, weve gotta get out of l.a.Hey, hey baby, weve gotta go get out of l.a.Hey, hey baby, weve gotta go. . .
