Rollin' up another reefer
Big nasty black and white on my tail
A hundred degrees of shade in July
I think we're bound to fail

Toss out that beer can
Watch out for that cop
Crank up the stereo until your ears both pop
We're goin' sixty down the side street
Past your door

From the drug store
To the street fight
From the Gay bar
To the E.R.
Everybody very yuppie
It's like, another smoggy day
I loath L.A.

Look at those barrios
With huge families
Look at those ghettos
Yellow tape flappin' in the breeze
Look at those hookers
Ain't nothin' like 'em nowhere

Sunset blvd WE HATE IT
Van Nuys blvd WE HATE IT
Ventura blvd WE HATE IT
Blythe street.............

I loathe L.A.
I loathe L.A.