GET THE "L" OUTTA L.A.
Words and Music by Mike Clifford, Copyright 2004
With my guitar case in one hand
And my suitcase in the other
I hopped aboard a Texas Greyhound
Bound for Californ'
And though I'm just a good old boy
The kind you'd take to mother
When that bus hit
I thought my star was born
I was singin'
in a sushi bar just north of El Segundo
And every song went over like a
cold December day
On my last note the owner walked
right up
To me and shouted
In Japanese, but I believe I thought
I heard him say
Get the "L" Outta L.A.
Send your lizard boots a-walkin'
Right back home to
Just pack your bags, go on
Get the "L" Outta L.A.,
Cause that "A" don't
stand for
And "L" don't stand for
I went searchin'
for a waiter job
To help me pay the rent
I waltzed into that restaurant,
lord feelin' confident
Thought I'd be a shoo-in but
They shoed me out instead
The Maitre-de took a look at me
And this here’s what he said
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I've been roamin'
round this tinsel town
Forever and a day
I've had enough and then some
Of the games these people play
And though these
Will turn your head around
The next time that you see me
I'll be
CHORUS