Summer time
The weather's hotter
Running out of holy water
I hate all your songs about having fun
Next to all the strip malls and the bleached out sun
Summertime is a tired muse
And all you punks are too cool for school
Everybody has a shiny car
Everybody knows a shining star, well
I hate Santa Monica Boulevard
I hate Venice Beach
I hate Tarzana too
'Cause I hate Los Angeles, well
I hate Los Angeles (Hate L.A.!)
I hate Los Angeles (Hate L.A.!)
I hate Los Angeles (Hate L.A.!)
I hate Los Angeles, well (Hate L.A.!)
Everybody has a bright green lawn
Down south where the water's gone
And everybody has a hand to shake
Politics and moves to make, well
I want a better scene!
Up north where the water's clean
I want what L.A. has without all the stuck up noses, please
I hate Venice Beach
I hate Highland Park
I hate Tarzana too
I hate Los Angeles, well!
I hate Los Angeles (Hate L.A.!)
I hate Los Angeles (Hate L.A.!)
I hate Los Angeles (Hate L.A.!)
I hate Los Angeles (Hate L.A.!)
Drive north!
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I hate L.A.! (Love L.A.!)
I hate L.A.! (Love L.A.!)
I hate L.A.! (Love L.A.!)
I hate L.A.! (Love L.A.!)
I hate L.A.! (Love L.A.!)
I hate L.A.! (Love L.A.!)
I hate L.A.! (Love L.A.!)
I hate L.A.! (Love L.A.!)
I hate Venice Beach!
I hate the Echoplex!
I hate Santa Monica Boulevard!
I hate L.A.!
Drive north! Drive north!
Drive north! Drive north!
Drive north! Drive north!
Drive north! Drive north!
Drive north! Drive north!
Drive north! Drive north!
Drive north! Drive north!
(I actually really like L.A.)
(Fuck you!)