BAREFOOT IN L.A.
Every June, golden rule, walking home, last day of school
We both knew what to do
Celebrate! Hit the street! Breathe a big sigh of relief as
We kicked off our shoes
That freedom tasted sweet / We walked on tender feet
Don’t even try to make us wear those flip-flops
By Independence Day, we toughened up okay
Back when kids went barefoot in L. A.
That blacktop it was boiling hot, but I’d cross a sea of parking lots to
Run around with you
Somehow you’d always find a way across on cool white lines,
Yeah, that’s how ya do it!
And when our wayward path, took us through broken glass
We trusted one another with the tweezers
We got to know our way, around a summer’s day
Back when we went barefoot in L. A.
In L.A., in L.A.
Now my shoes are worn and old, I take ‘em off, my feet get cold
So I mostly leave them on
But every sweet now and then I get myself a hankerin’ to
Squish my toes into some lawn
And if I’m feeling bold, I’ll take a sidewalk stroll
Still half believing that I just might see you
Out on a summer’s day, I’ll let you lead the way
Just like when we went barefoot in L. A.
Barefoot in L.A. Barefoot In L.A.