It's nine o' clock on Monday morning and I'm late

I stayed up drinking with the girls from Silver Lake

With no make-up on I get into my car

And then I drive into the freeway parking lot



They say I'm lazy, I'm always late

Full of excuses, I'm from LA

They say I'm careless, can't find my way

Crazy and precious, I'm from LA



I'm all hung over, feels like nails inside my head

It's getting hot, the sweat is dripping down my legs

The air conditioner still broken from the quake

And now I'm melting like a wax doll in the flames

(Here in LA)



They say I'm lazy, I'm always late

Full of excuses, I'm from LA

They say I'm careless, can't find my way

Crazy and precious, I'm from LA



The radio says sig alert all throughout the five

I'm right behind an ugly Saab with broken lights

I put my make-up on while Betty's on the line

With nothing else to do it helps me pass the time



They say we are lazy, we are always late

Full of excuses, we are from LA

They say we are careless, can't find our way

Crazy and precious, we are from LA