Somewhere In Hollywood

Down on the casting couch A star is gonna be born A star with the stature of a Harlow Who's doomed And groomed to enrapture All her co-stars, and stuntmen, the co-stars Oh, let there be lights, action, sound Lights, action, sound - Roll 'em! Out in the mezzanine On the arm of a dumb marine Her beauty looks out like a trailer Norman Mailer Waits to nail her He's under the bed And he's waiting for her to be dead He's out on the patio With his polaroid and scenario And he's armed and he's dangerously Close was the weather When I was a kid She gave me a feather from her gown To cool me down, to cool me down And I was the galley slave Who lost his heart when the ship went down Lights, action, sound Roll 'em I had a part in the talkies When you were a little girl I've taken Lassie for walkies When she was the pup that Vaudeville threw up And destiny lead her Hand in paw to somewhere In Hollywood That's crazy, a dog up in Beverly Hills Crazy, crazy La, la, la, la, la (You better lie low) --- Somewhere in Hollywood - 10cc