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