Get Me Out of Hollywood Songtext
von Ken Yates

I got a jacket on in a hundred degrees.
Wondering how the hell I woke up in LA.
Cursing at the sun.

Making small talk with a platinum blonde.
I can tell by the twitch of her fake lips she′s surprised that...
I don't know her name.

Get me outta Hollywood Get me somewhere where the leaves are falling when they should.
Get me outta Hollywood Get me outta here

My baby′s drunk on strawberry wine.
Can hear by the way she laughs
We might be here longer than I'd like.


And while the leaves are red in Montreal,
the sun here keeps on rising up with the same smile.
With the same smile...

Get me outta Hollywood Get me somewhere where the leaves are falling when they should.
Get me outta Hollywood Get me outta here

California please believe me when I say:
I thought that we could work it out.

But December came without airport delays,
the snowy days I keep inside with my coffee,
and know that she loves me.

Get me outta Hollywood Get me somewhere where the leaves are falling when they should.
Get me outta Hollywood Get me outta here

Cos there's tired dreams and pieces everywhere I look.
Get me outta Hollywood Get me outta here