[00:00.00] 作曲 : Tim Minchin
[00:05.66]
[00:09.58]Check the locks and leave the keys
[00:14.33]Mouldy bath masked with Febreze
[00:18.45]Something’s dead behind the refrigerator
[00:23.29]Some poor **** will deal with it later
[00:27.58]
[00:29.04]I’ve spent the last ten weeks?
[00:32.79]Squeezing out the sponge of friendships plugging leaks
[00:37.83]Talked until there’s no more to say?
[00:44.08]I’m going away?
[00:48.16]I’m leaving LA
[00:53.87]I’m leaving LA
[00:55.95]
[00:56.29]And the tourists say?
[00:57.41]Please give me the directions to the Hollywood sign?
[01:01.25]I always dreamt of coming here to see the Hollywood sign
[01:06.04]But on their way back down we’ll ask did you have a good time
[01:11.04]They’ll say it’s just some ****ing letters on a hill
[01:15.70]
[01:19.08]I wander through the Bronson Caves
[01:22.87]One more OK coffee at the Oaks Gourmet
[01:27.95]I’ll watch the players at the UCB
[01:32.29]Trying to improvise their way out of ennui
[01:36.50]
[01:37.75]Walking trails in the creeping dark
[01:42.25]Up to the observatory in Griffith Park
[01:47.79]There’s too much light for stars anyway
[01:52.66]I’m getting out of this place?
[01:57.70]I’m leaving LA
[02:03.04]I’m leaving LA
[02:05.75]
[02:06.70]And the studio executives who never made a thing
[02:10.95]Blaming others for their failures taking credit for their wins
[02:15.58]Wiping the blood of dumb artists from their chins singing
[02:20.62]Kid you oughtn’t take it personally
[02:24.54]
[02:27.08]On Hollywood and Vine a dime-store Spiderman
[02:31.41]Shouting at a stoned Emma Stone dressed a la La La Land
[02:37.66]And in the distance in both its glorious dimensions
[02:41.91]The sign projects its shadow on the hill
[02:45.79]
[02:52.75]Rushing by machine-gunned cops at LAX
[02:57.29]Malfunctioning departure board says we’re boarding next
[03:02.83]Belt off shoes off jacket off hat
[03:06.62]Don’t need the attitude but I quite enjoy the subsequent pat down
[03:11.83]And I’m sat down
[03:12.75]
[03:13.29]As the A380 engine roars
[03:16.25]Pushed backwards as this tube of monkeys rumbles forwards
[03:21.16]Looking forward to
[03:22.41]Another twenty hours on a plane
[03:27.37]Nothing but shit films and my brain
[03:32.25]I’ve been going slowly insane
[03:36.95]I’ve seen your sport and I don’t wanna play
[03:41.66]I’m getting out of this place
[03:44.58]I’m getting out of this place
[03:47.70]I’m leaving LA
[03:51.08]
[03:51.41]And the actors at Gratitude drinking undrinkable juice
[03:55.41]And the agents taking ten percent in their sneakers and suits
[04:00.16]And the writers in their Teslas trying to punch up Act One
[04:05.00]Driving home on the 101 in the relentless ****ing sun
[04:10.04]And the needy and the greedy and the homeless and horny
[04:14.87]And the deals done on treadmills at ten to six in the morning
[04:19.54]And the Captain’s on the PA saying look for the sign!
[04:24.08]But I find it’s just some ****ing letters on a hill
[04:29.58]Just some really ugly letters on a pretty ugly hill
[04:36.83]
[04:43.12]I’m leaving LA
[04:52.91]I’m leaving ‘ell

作曲 : Tim Minchin
Check the locks and leave the keys
Mouldy bath masked with Febreze
Something’s dead behind the refrigerator
Some poor **** will deal with it later
I’ve spent the last ten weeks?
Squeezing out the sponge of friendships plugging leaks
Talked until there’s no more to say?
I’m going away?
I’m leaving LA
I’m leaving LA
And the tourists say?
Please give me the directions to the Hollywood sign?
I always dreamt of coming here to see the Hollywood sign
But on their way back down we’ll ask did you have a good time
They’ll say it’s just some ****ing letters on a hill
I wander through the Bronson Caves
One more OK coffee at the Oaks Gourmet
I’ll watch the players at the UCB
Trying to improvise their way out of ennui
Walking trails in the creeping dark
Up to the observatory in Griffith Park
There’s too much light for stars anyway
I’m getting out of this place?
I’m leaving LA
I’m leaving LA
And the studio executives who never made a thing
Blaming others for their failures taking credit for their wins
Wiping the blood of dumb artists from their chins singing
Kid you oughtn’t take it personally
On Hollywood and Vine a dime-store Spiderman
Shouting at a stoned Emma Stone dressed a la La La Land
And in the distance in both its glorious dimensions
The sign projects its shadow on the hill
Rushing by machine-gunned cops at LAX
Malfunctioning departure board says we’re boarding next
Belt off shoes off jacket off hat
Don’t need the attitude but I quite enjoy the subsequent pat down
And I’m sat down
As the A380 engine roars
Pushed backwards as this tube of monkeys rumbles forwards
Looking forward to
Another twenty hours on a plane
Nothing but shit films and my brain
I’ve been going slowly insane
I’ve seen your sport and I don’t wanna play
I’m getting out of this place
I’m getting out of this place
I’m leaving LA
And the actors at Gratitude drinking undrinkable juice
And the agents taking ten percent in their sneakers and suits
And the writers in their Teslas trying to punch up Act One
Driving home on the 101 in the relentless ****ing sun
And the needy and the greedy and the homeless and horny
And the deals done on treadmills at ten to six in the morning
And the Captain’s on the PA saying look for the sign!
But I find it’s just some ****ing letters on a hill
Just some really ugly letters on a pretty ugly hill
I’m leaving LA
I’m leaving ‘ell