The Maine - Birthday In Los Angeles

L.A. pick up the phone I need to talk to you Stop sleeping with my new friends And all the old ones too Remember when we met? I thought you thought I was boring Then you called me on the phone To arrange my birthday party Well this ain't a scripted movie I don't drive a fancy car Those flashing lights don't mean a thing to me Goodbye L.A. You showed me round the house Took me by the wrist Introduced me to your pals The Scientologists We cut the cake and sang And I tried to fake a smile Then I drank and drank and drank Cuz I felt so out of style But this ain't my birthday party Oh it's just a fashion show Yeah this is something, it just isn't me So long L.A. So long L.A. Adieu Ms. Hollywood Enjoy the hazy city I'm sure you're feeling good But soon enough you'll miss me Well I ain't got too much money And nobody knows my name But here is something I have to say Fuck you L.A.