Cadd2: x 3 0 0 1 0
Dmadd2:x x 0 0 3 1
Fadd2: 1 3 3 0 1 1
Cadd2 (x2)
Cadd2 Cadd2
There is a city by the sea, a gentle com - pa - ny,
I don't suppose you want to
And as it tells its sorry tale, in harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you
Dmadd2 Fadd2
Its streets and boulevards, orphans and oligarchs it hears
Fadd2 Dmadd2
A plaintive melody, truncated symphony
Fadd2
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore,
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Cadd2 (x4)
Oh ladies pleasant and demure, sallow-cheeked and sure
I can see your undies
And all the boys you drag about, an empty fallow fount
From Saturdays to Mondays
You hill and valley crowd, hanging your trousers down at heel
This is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
Los Angeles my love
Cadd2 (x2)
. . . (solos)
Oh what a rush of ripe élan, languor on divans, dalliant and dainty
But oh the smell of burnt cocaine, the dolor and decay
It only makes me cranky
Dmadd2
Oh great calamity, ditch of iniquity and tears
Dmadd2
How I abhor this place, its sweet and bitter taste
Has left me wretched, retching on all fours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours