Текст песни Jude - Out Of L.A.
Jude - Out Of L.A. слова песни
This town`s got to shake down to its rootsI don`t know if that`s the sands or the tropical fruitsI don`t believe all the things I seeBut I`m still betting on you and me Chorus: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 like a movie starShe was going for a ride and I don`t mean in a carHad a brain about the size of a frozen peaAnd on a scale of one to ten she was twenty-three A big fat man`s gonna make me a kingHe`s got a see-through tan and a pinky diamond ringSlicked-back hair shirt to his thighImport silk slave labor dyed Hey, hey baby, we`ve gotta get out of L.A. Hey, hey baby, we`ve gotta get out of L.A. Hey, hey baby, we`ve gotta go get out of L.A. Hey, hey baby, we`ve gotta get out of L.A. The boy whores sell their souls on the boulevardAnd that`s a shirt-free store where they don`t take a credit cardFrom the hills to the chills its a quick fall downIt`s a great big city, it`s a real small town Hey, hey baby, we`ve gotta get out of L.A. Hey, hey baby, we`ve gotta get out of L.A. Hey, hey baby, we`ve gotta go get out of L.A. Hey, hey baby, we`ve gotta go. . .