Whose jalopy is covered with junk
But don't have any money for lunch
It's Hollywood, it's Hollywood

Who's the local star
With the big, fine car
It's Hollywood

Who wears the shady glasses after dark
Who tries to talk the
Little girlies into parking
It's Hollywood, Hollywood

Who's the local yokel with
The horn-rimmed bifocals
It's Hollywood
Go, go, go

Who else would hold a cigarette like that
Who else would wear a little frenchy's hat
No one but Hollywood, Hollywood

Who thinks he's been around
But ain't never been out of town
It's Hollywood

I'll give you just one little guess
At who old Hollywood's trying to impress
You're right, it's Hollywood, Hollywood

Who's that farmer
Who think he's a charmer
It's Hollywood

Yeah, it's Hollywood, all right
Here, Hollywood, here's a quarter
Go buy yourself some continental pants
Ascot, cigarette holder