(Verse 1)

I'm going to L.A.!/ Leaving at nine forty five arriving at night, flight from London to L.A.!/ That's ten hours long but there's a flight delay/


So that's another hour on TYPICAL, of London Heathrow/ Throwing my bags up in to the plane/ Looking right out of the window pane/ They're closing the doors so it's off that we go/


Goodbye London Town! Hello California-A! The seat belt light is on/ Showing us where the exits are in case they say there's something wrong/

I'm telling you! The only thing that's going down like a groupie on the road/ Is my name upon a contract, with an unknown figure, a decimal and six O's like/ zero, zero, zero, zero.... Yeah well like Bruza you get me!/


BING! "We just landed down in LAX"/ After a long flight I'm headed straight to my hotel to rest/ At best I'll hit the night life, with a glass of white wine and celebrate that I'll be rich baby!/



(Chorus)


I'm going to L.A., L.A., L.A.! So make way 'cos I'm coming on down/ I'm going to L.A., L.A., L.A.!



(Verse 2)

When I make it in L.A.! I'll make a couple of friends in the ends named Jose/ and Jesus drinking the Grey Goose with the juice "HEY 'SUS", pass the OJ/ and I'm like OLE! Killing the bull%#@! of life/ View of the sea, I've always imagined this vision I pictured just what it was like/


I'm glad I was right! The city is tight/ As a matter of fact I'm gonna unpack my bags and hit the pool, I'm going outside/ I'm loving the vibe! The city's alive/ With the sound of music pumping, something bumpin' out of the clubs, I'm going tonight,/


Looky here! When I got clubbin' I wreck the dance floor/ Wreckin' guys when I C-Walk, when I heel-toe 'cos I'm hardcore/ and Once more when I make it/ When surreal becomes so real, then fulfilling my dream will feel like a dream but I won't suddenly end up naked/

"Row, row your boat gently down the stream"/ While I'm speeding in my yacht, steadily cruising through the Caribbean/ No matter if I'm famous I'll still murder the scene/ 'Cos I'm a Killer, killer, killer! HAH!/



(Chorus)


I'm going to L.A., L.A., L.A.! So make way 'cos I'm coming on down/ I'm going to L.A., L.A., L.A.! To break bread haters looking on now/


I'm going to L.A., L.A., L.A.! I'm so hot I wear the sun as my crown/ 'Cos I'm a Winner, winner winner, winner yeah!/ L.A!



(Outro)

SHHHH!