LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBiggest Man In Los Angeles
(Verse 1)I got my start on the streetWith the monkey next to me he’llShake your hand for a dollar,If you’re nice kiss your cheekTo my left I can seeChinese flipping bowls on their heads from their feetStrolling on the sceneAre my arch-enemiesBreak-dancers take your crowd, your girl, your moneyBalloon man’s telling me to turn down pleaseAnd the psychic agreesI begin to see thatOh I’m home, I’m right where I belongAnd there’s no where else that I’d rather be(Chorus)Because those moments on the streetWhen crowd would rock with meI felt like the biggest man, the biggest man in Los AngelesYou see all I really needAre some ears to hear me dreamI feel like the biggest man, the biggest man in Los AngelesStanding on the street, yeahJust standing on the street(Verse 2)Trombone cuts deep through the crowd doing Motown movesWith his hat tucked downA belly dancer passes the tip jar aroundAnd the men are confused, slightly arousedMuslims, Christians preaching, wishingI would shut up so the people could listenSupposed to cut through all this noiseWith my little voice, I begin to see thatOh I’m home, I’m right where I belongAnd there’s no where else that I’d rather be(chorus)And the day goes darkI pack my carStare out at the oceanTake some timeA quiet smileLet it all just soak in(chorus) x2
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