Intro:
C             Gb       D             Gb 
Hate New York City,    cold and it's damp
Em7          Am7                 E  Em7 G A
 And all the people dressed like monkees
C              C7          C        C B Bb
Let's leave Chicago to the Eskimo's
Em7                                          E
That town's a little rugged, for you and me, babe

Verse 1:
A
 Rollin' down
D
 Imperial Highway
A          E
 Big nasty redhead at my side
A                        D                 Gbm
 Santa Ana winds blowing hot from the north
       A            Gbm  E
We were born to ride
A
 Roll down the windows
E
 Put down the top
A
 Crank up the Beach Boys then
D              Gbm
 Don't let the music stop
A
 We're gonna ride it till we
E                      Gbm
 Just can't ride it no more

Pre-Chorus:
D                  Gbm
 From the South Bay, to the Valley
Dbm                E
 From the Westside, to the Eastside
D           Gbm
 Everybody's, very happy
Dbm                     E
 Cos the sun is shinin' all the time
            G
Looks like another perfect day

Chorus:
          A  Gbm  E
I love l.a.
          A  Gbm  E
We love it!
          A  Gbm  E
I love l.a.
         A   Gbm  E
We love it!

We love it!

Solo:
   F F Am Am Bb Bb F F 
   F F Eb Eb  

G
Ahhhhhh......

Verse 2:
C
 Look at that mountain
G
 Look at those trees
C
 Look at that bum over there
          F           Am
 Man, he's down on his knees
C
 Look at these women
G                         Am    F
 Ain't nothin' like them nowhere
Am            F
 Century Blvd...We love it!
Am            F
 Victory Blvd...We love it!
Am                 F
 Santa Monica Blvd...We love it!
G
6th Street..We love it, we love it we love it....

We love l.a.!

Solo -x4-: C Ab6 Bb G

Chorus:
          C   Am   G
I love l.a.
           C   Am   G
We love it!
          C  Am  G
I love l.a.
          C  Am  G
We love it!
          C  Am  G
I love l.a.
           C
We  love it!