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 c**aine 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)