Lyrics:

(James AchorEddie NicholsBill Ungerman) Arranged by Bill Ungerman Dirty neon lights, the traffic's cry Footsteps echo on the street The cheap but lovely chicks And a sawbuck for a trick And she'll work for a bite to eat So where is all the glamour? Where's that lovely starlet's kiss? But out in T.V. land They dream of Tinsel Town But I'll tell you just what they've missed Hustlers roll, beat cops stroll The city where the night runs deep Seedy bars, cats in lowered cars That's Hollywood while you're asleep Well here comes the fog Or is that smog? 'Cause man I can't tell anymore There ain't no welcome wagon around this town Fred and Ethel sure the hell ain't next door But way out in the distance Someone watches the late night show They dream of being hip on Sunset Strip But I'll tell you what they don't know Dirty neon lights, the traffic's cry Footsteps echo on the street The cheap but lovely chicks And a sawbuck for a trick And she'll work for a bite to eat So where is all the glamour? Where's that lovely starlet's kiss? But out in T.V. land They dream of Tinsel Town But I'll tell you just what they've missed Hustlers roll, beat cops stroll The city where the night runs deep Yeah seedy bars, cats in lowered cars That's Hollywood while you're asleep