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 AmF 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 AmF 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.