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, 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 dangerous
 Ly...
 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)