When you’re walkin’ in LA
Everybody knows that you’re down
Nobody walks anywhere any other way
In this lonesome town
Nothing separating you in the street
But a dollar and the shoes on your feet
When you’re walkin’ in LA
When you’re walkin’ in LA
When you’re walkin’ in LA
When you’re walkin’ in LA
Ain’t nobody knows you’re alive
‘Cause you’re only as good in this city, they say
As the car you drive
Rolling by all shiny and new
And there’s nothing that a poor boy can do
When you’re walkin’ in LA
When you’re walkin’ in LA
When you’re walkin’ in LA
Eighteen wheelers rolling by
Up on the 405
Well I ain’t going anywhere
‘Cause I ain’t got a ride
When you’re walkin’ in LA
Everybody pa**es you by
Maybe glance up in the rearview mirror and say
Who’s that poor guy?
Then you’re staring at the taillights again
Of a Lexus or a Mercedes Benz
When you’re walkin’ in LA
When you’re walkin’ in LA
When you’re walkin’ in LA
Ladies and Gentlemen, Johnny Bush
Weekend warriors cruising up and down the boulevard
Back to work on Monday morning, think they’ve got it hard
When you’re walkin’ in LA
You might as well lay down and die
‘Cause nothing’s gonna be alright anyway
No matter how hard you try
A pedestrian in Beverly Hills
Ain’t got any place to go but downhill
When you’re walkin’ in LA
When you’re walkin’ in LA
When you’re walkin’ in LA
When you’re walkin’ in LA
When you’re walkin’ in LA
When you’re walkin’ in LA
When you’re walkin’ in LA