I’m gonna walk two, three, four down the street
Singing to the sidewalk as I keep to the beat of the cars
Of the cars
I’m gonna watch the pavement to skip the cracks
Careful not to step on them or break my mama’s back
Or go to the moon
So we begin
Another day in California
Be good or sin
Don’t go right there
I tried to warn ya
Nothing could be
Prettier than this
Walking in Los Angeles
But who does it?
I’m gonna wave hello to the friends I met
The city seems much smaller when you travel by the side of the street
Just watch for the borders
Gonna sing a song to the meter maid
Tell her it’s a holiday
Or maybe that there’s a parade
So forget about quarters
So we begin
Another day in California
Be good or sin
Don’t go right there
I tried to warn ya
Nothing could be
Prettier than this
Walking in Los Angeles
But who does it?
I wear my fancy shoes
And hop with every step
From heel to toe I mean I’m marching with me soul between them
Stepping down the walk of fame
I’ll skip the stars filled with dead people’s names
And I’ll keep walking
Gonna sing a song to a homeless man
I’ll take the melody and he’ll bang on a tin can
That rings through the city
And we’ll march together for 3−4-4
The homeless man, the meter maid, and me marching like never before
We’ll wave like we’re pretty
So we begin
Another day in California
Be good or sin
Don’t go right there
I tried to warn ya
Nothing could be
Prettier than this
Walking in Los Angeles
But who does it?