| Dirty neon lights, the traffic’s cry
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| Footsteps echo on the street
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| The cheap but lovely chicks
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| And a sawbuck for a trick
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| And she’ll work for a bite to eat
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| So where is all the glamour?
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| Where’s that lovely starlet’s kiss?
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| But out in T.V. land
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| They dream of Tinsel Town
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| But I’ll tell you just what they’ve missed
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| Hustlers roll, beat cops stroll
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| The city where the night runs deep
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| Seedy bars, cats in lowered cars
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| That’s Hollywood while you’re asleep
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| Well here comes the fog
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| Or is that smog?
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| 'Cause man I can’t tell anymore
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| There ain’t no welcome wagon around this town
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| Fred and Ethel sure the hell ain’t next door
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| But way out in the distance
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| Someone watches the late night show
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| They dream of being hip on Sunset Strip
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| But I’ll tell you what they don’t know
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| Dirty neon lights, the traffic’s cry
|
| Footsteps echo on the street
|
| The cheap but lovely chicks
|
| And a sawbuck for a trick
|
| And she’ll work for a bite to eat
|
| So where is all the glamour?
|
| Where’s that lovely starlet’s kiss?
|
| But out in T.V. land
|
| They dream of Tinsel Town
|
| But I’ll tell you just what they’ve missed
|
| Hustlers roll, beat cops stroll
|
| The city where the night runs deep
|
| Yeah seedy bars, cats in lowered cars
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| That’s Hollywood while you’re asleep |