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First day out in L.A. Hollywood Boulevard People say what they wanna say But we'd all love to rub elbows with the stars I don't care who you are All I see before me Are rows of fancy cars In fact if you look real hard I think I just saw Bruno Mars Taking his ladies out for a trip Down on Sunset strip If your familiar with the tabloids Then I'm pretty sure this is it Hungry for a bit of Chinese And a gander at the dead's concrete prints I'm caught up in complete surprise At how small were Bogie's feet and hands They always seem much larger Up on the big screen But meet face to face a few of the stars And you'll know exactly what I mean There's not a whole lot more to see Inside this Tinsel town After the tour of celebrity homes Before society burns them down So I step back on the bus Back to my town...normalcy Secretly hoping deep down inside I didn't come away with some strange disease That's where I'm sitting at now Up on my front porch Watching as the cars pass by Was that a Chevy or a Ford Driven by Mr. and Mrs. Jones
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
Hollywood Blvd.
First day out in L.A. Hollywood Boulevard People say what they wanna say But we'd all love to rub elbows with the stars I don't care who you are All I see before me Are rows of fancy cars In fact if you look real hard I think I just saw Bruno Mars Taking his ladies out for a trip Down on Sunset strip If your familiar with the tabloids Then I'm pretty sure this is it Hungry for a bit of Chinese And a gander at the dead's concrete prints I'm caught up in complete surprise At how small were Bogie's feet and hands They always seem much larger Up on the big screen But meet face to face a few of the stars And you'll know exactly what I mean There's not a whole lot more to see Inside this Tinsel town After the tour of celebrity homes Before society burns them down So I step back on the bus Back to my town...normalcy Secretly hoping deep down inside I didn't come away with some strange disease That's where I'm sitting at now Up on my front porch Watching as the cars pass by Was that a Chevy or a Ford Driven by Mr. and Mrs. Jones
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
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