Somewhere In Hollywood
Down on the casting couchA star is gonna be bornA star with the stature of a HarlowWho's doomedAnd groomed to enraptureAll her co-stars, and stuntmen, the co-starsOh, let there be lights, action, soundLights, action, sound - Roll 'em!
Out in the mezzanineOn the arm of a dumb marineHer beauty looks out like a trailerNorman MailerWaits to nail herHe's under the bedAnd he's waiting for her to be deadHe's out on the patioWith his polaroid and scenarioAnd he's armed and he's dangerously....
Close was the weatherWhen I was a kidShe gave me a feather from her gownTo cool me down, to cool me downAnd I was the galley slaveWho lost his heart when the ship went down
Lights, action, soundRoll 'em
I had a part in the talkiesWhen you were a little girlI've taken Lassie for walkiesWhen she was the pup that Vaudeville threw upAnd destiny lead herHand in paw to somewhereIn Hollywood
That's crazy, a dog up in Beverly HillsCrazy, crazy
La, la, la, la, la.... (You better lie low)