Go to Hollywood, for the common good
Go and pack your bags, like you know you should
Go to California, but let me warn ya
The people there often times will scorn ya
Pull out your teeth See what's underneath
Put the new ones in Look in disbelief
Hear the people call as you're standing tall
You parade around, but you trip and fall
This could end it all All right, all right
This could end it all All right, all right
See the ragged old magazine with a mirror on the front
Read the outdated summaries of yourself
Hear the people forgetting you, moving on to something else
What was once on a pedestal's now on the shelf