Biggest Man In Los Angeles

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

Because those moments on the street

When the 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

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

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

Cause those moments on the street

When the crowd would rock with me

I felt like the biggest man, the biggest man in Los Angeles

You see all I really need

For my life to feel complete

Are some ears to hear me dream, some ears to hear dream

Yes,

Those moments on the street

When the crowd would rock with me

I felt like the biggest man, the biggest man in Los Angeles

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

Ya,

Just standing on the street

Just standing on the street

Just standing on the street