Hate New York City, it's cold and it's damp And all the people dress like monkeys Let's leave Chicago to the Eskimos That town's a little bit too rugged for you and me, you bad girl Let's leave Chicago to the Eskimos Rolling down the Imperial Highway With a big nasty redhead at my side Santa Ana winds blowing hot from the north And we were born to ride Roll down the window, put down the top Crank up the beach boys, baby, don't let the music stop We gonna ride it to it, just can't ride it no more From the South Bay to the Valley From the West Side to the East Side Everybody very happy Cause the sun is shining all the time Looks like another perfect day I love L.A. We love it I love L.A. We love it We love it We love it Look at that mountain, look at those trees Look at that bum over there, man, he's down on his knees Look at these women, ain't nothing like them, no way Century Boulevard We love it Victory Boulevard We love it Santa Monica Boulevard We love it Sixth Street We love it, we love it, we love it We love L.A. I love L.A. I love it I love L.A. I love L.A. I love L.A. I love L.A. I love it I love L.A. I love it I'm in love with L.A.