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 meet..
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'll wear my fancy shoes, and heart with every step..
From heel to toe I mean I'm marching with my 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 three-four-four,
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?