Lyrics:

(James Achor/Eddie Nichols/Bill 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