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