Out Of L.A. (Album Version)

Out of L.A. (Album) - Jude

This town's got to shake down to it's roots

I don't know if that's the sands or the tropical fruits

I don't believe all the things I see

But I'm still betting on you and me

Hey hey baby we've gotta get out of L A

Hey hey baby we've gotta get out of L A

I met a girl who looked liek a movie star

She was going for a ride and

I don't mean in a car

Had a brain the size of a frozen pea

And on a scale of one to ten she was twenty three

Hey hey baby we've gotta get out of L A

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Hey hey baby we've gotta get out of L A

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Hey hey

A big fat man's gonna make me a king

He's got a see through tan and a pinky diamond ring

Slick

Slicked back hair shirt to his thigh

Import silk slave labor dyed

Hey hey baby we've gotta get out of L A

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Hey hey baby we've gotta get out of L A

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Hey hey baby we've gotta go get out of L A

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Hey hey baby we've gotta get out of L A

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Come on come on come on come on come on come on

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The boy whores sell their souls on the boulevard

And that's a shirt free store where they don't take a credit card

From the hills to the chills it's a quick fall down

It's a great big city it's a real small town

Hey hey baby we've gotta get out of L A

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Hey hey baby we've gotta get out of L A

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Hey hey

Hey hey baby we've gotta go get out of L A

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