[Verse 1:]
I got my start on the street
With the monkey next to me he'll
Shake your hand for a dollar,
If you're nice kiss your cheek
To my left I can see
Chinese flipping bowls on their heads from their feet
Yo
Strolling on the scene
Are my arch-enemies
Break-dancers take your crowd, your girl, your money
Balloon man's telling me to turn down please
And the psychic agrees
I begin to see that
Oh I'm home, I'm right where I belong
And there's no where else that I'd rather be
[Chorus:]
Because those moments on the street
When crowd would rock with me
I felt like the biggest man, the biggest man in Los Angeles
You see all I really need
Are some ears to hear me dream
I feel like the biggest man, the biggest man in Los Angeles
Standing on the street, yeah
Just standing on the street
[Verse 2:]
Trombone cuts deep through the crowd doing Motown moves
With his hat tucked down
A belly dancer passes the tip jar around
And the men are confused, slightly aroused
Muslims, Christians preaching, wishing
I would shut up so the people could listen
Supposed to cut through all this noise
With my little voice, I begin to see that
Oh I'm home, I'm right where I belong
And there's no where else that I'd rather be
[Chorus]
And the day goes dark
I pack my car
Stare out at the ocean
Take some time
A quiet smile
Let it all just soak in
[Chorus x2]
