[Verse 1]
Summertime
The weather's hotter
You're running out of holy water
I hate all your songs about having fun
Next to all the strip malls and the bleached out sun
Summertime is a tired muse
And all you punks are too cool for school
Everybody has a shiny car
And everybody knows a shining star, well

[Pre-Hook]
I hate Santa Monica Boulevard
I hate Venice Beach
I hate Tarzana too
'Cause I hate Los Angeles, well

[Hook]
I hate Los Angeles! (Hate L.A.!)
I hate Los Angeles! (Hate L.A.!)
I hate Los Angeles! (Hate L.A.!)
I hate Los Angeles! (Hate L.A.!)

[Verse 2]
Well, everybody has a bright green lawn
Down south where the water's gone
And everybody has a hand to shake
Politics and moves to make, well
I want a better scene!
Up north where the water's clean
I want what L.A. has without all the stuck up noses please