Living underneath the Hollywood sign
Is as close to stardom as I'll ever find
For this old bum
But I don't mind
I had my 15 minutes of fame
When I saved that woman from the mugger
In the alley I was sleeping in
Back in '89
But I don't mind
Cuz I wake up every morning a free man
Able to come and go at will
In the City of Lost Hopes and Shattered Dreams
Living on a dime
But I dont mind
And while you fly by in your beemers
Or crawl by in traffic in your Hummers
Living your hurried life
Not seeing me or my kind
We don't mind
Cuz Freedom rides proud on our shoulder
Not tethered by the burdens of payments
Weighed down by the demands of bosses
Or harried by the ever present deadline
And we don't mind
So think about your shackles
Never mind our freedom
And throw away your pity
When you do notice us
When you're stuck on San Vicente Boulevard
Waiting for a light
If you don't mind
Because the only time we cross your thoughts
Is when you avoid us as you leave the store
Your cart over flowing
Your deadlines pressing
And your guilt fleeting
And maybe, just maybe
You toss us that dime
And we say God Bless You
Idly wondering
If God minds