Texty: Smash Mouth. Summer Girl. Hey L.A..

Hey L.A.

There's an automatic teller machine in the emergency room
There's a meter maid, she arrives by broom
There's a bear in the air with a lullaby
And a big brown coat to keep you warm at night
There's a money tree and the ladder leans up against the trunk
But the steps are greased

Hey L.A., where you're from? Where have you gone now?
Where you're from? Where have you gone now?
Well, it looks as though your spaceship crashed
In Babylon

There's a plastic man with a plastic knife
In a rubber hand at a drastic price
Don't miss this show, you will be amazed
You're a shining star, a needle in the haze
There's a man upstairs with the fire below
There's the elevator and away you go

Hey L.A., where you're from? Where have you gone now?
Where you're from? Where have you gone now?
Well, it looks as though your spaceship crashed
In Babylon

There's a smooth operator, there's a famous governator
Everybody walks in L.A. on a backward escalator
There's a soul terminator, it's a sea of alligators
On each and every corner there's a broken hearted waiter

Hey L.A., where you're from?
Hey L.A., where you're from? Where have you gone now?
Where you're from? Where have you gone now?
Well, it looks as though your spaceship crashed
In Babylon