When it's grey in L.A. I sure like it that waynCause there's way too much sunshine round herenI don't know about you I get so sick of blue skiesnWhenever they always appearnnAnd I sure love the sound of the rain pouring downnOn my carport roof made out of tinnIf there's a flood then there's gonna be mudslidesnWe all have to pay for our sinnnAnd I suppose that they'll close canyon roadsnAnd the freeways will all start to clognAnd the waters will rise and you won't be surprisednWhen your whole house smells like your wet dognnWhen it's grey in L.A. it's much better that waynIt reminds you that this town's so cruelnYeah it might feel like fun when you're sportin' sunglassesnBut really you're one more foolnnAnd I'm just a chumpnAnd this whole town's a dumpnWe came out here to dump all our dreamsnOf making it big but we're stuck in a sig alert nightmarenThat's just how it seemsnnAnd I suppose Laurie David sure knowsnAll those cars we drive heat up our earthnAnd sea temperatures rise and those constant blue skiesnAnd brush fires can sure curb your mirthnnBrad Grey's in L.A. yeah OK I should stay herenThere's no place that's better i knownFor a wannabe star stuck in a carnOn a freeway with nowhere to gonn