I remember when you were on the farm
Dreaming about Andy Warhol
Wo ho ho Getting felt up in the barn
Wondering if that's moral
But hey look at you now
You've got everything that a girl could want
You've got high heel slippers baby but that's all right
Hollywood
Hollywood
You shaped my life with Technicolor carving knife and
Now I don't know what to feel
All my emotions are wrapped up reel to reel
You know you turned me around stuck my face in the ground
When I sat down on Garbo's sofa
And I like some James Dean clown that you can make laugh
or frown - I just want to know when it's over
But hey look at me now you know just can't find nothing real
And the movies are all outside baby but that's all right
Hollywood
Hollywood
You gave me the best I got this
Soundtrack of violence and sex
and
Now I don't know who to be
Cause every time I look in the
mirror I see some movie star
You know it just doesn't look
like me
And us rebel's got too many causes
But that's all right
And I can't find a happy ending
But that's all right
And like Jimi said 'There just ain't no life nowhere"
But that's all right
Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood
