Hot Fudge
Yeah
Queen bitch, eat the rich
I'm on the second course today
I'm not the first
And I won't be the worst
You done most of L.A.
Can't find a virgin
I can get you a surgeon
24 hours a day
Wasn't Jean Genie a Rolling Stones hit?
I'm about to be blown away
Come on, sing it
Take me to the place where the sunshine flows
Oh, my sunset rodeo
Hot fudge
Here comes the judge
There's a green card and a way
The holy ghost
And the whole east coast
Are moving to L.A.
And we've been
Dreaming of this feeling
Since 1988
Mother, things have got to change
I'm moving to L.A.
Take the piss
I was English
God bless you Uncle Sam
You got a cool gene pool
And I went to school
And God knows I love to tan
Making cents and dead presidents
Before I could count to ten
With the nation behind me
Can't stop the limey
She's on her back again
Come on, sing it
Take me to the place where the sunshine flows
Oh my sunset rodeo
Hot fudge
Here comes the judge
There's a green card and a way
The holy ghost
And the whole east coast
Are moving to L.A.
'Cause we've been
Dreaming of this feeling
Since 1988
Mother, things have got to change
I'm moving to L.A., L.A., L.A.
Take me to the place where the sunshine flows
Oh, my sunset rodeo
Hot fudge
Here comes the judge
There's a green card and a way
The holy ghost
And the whole east coast
Are moving to L.A.
'Cause we've been
Dreaming of this feeling
Since 1988
Mother, things have got to change
I'm moving to
Keep a-moving keep a-moving, keep a-moving to L.A.
Mo, mo, mo, mo