Holidays, Hollywood Jolly good Sir but I never met you In your grey Cadillac car Never gonna see the outline of a star And the windows creak, on an elbow squeak That will be for him comin' round the mountain In his grey cadillac car Never gonna see the outline of a star Oh my little lady lies awake in the pines Some seem to think that I'm awake all the time Try to get me groovin' on a blue collar crime But a maid in the backroom leaves my clothes behind Bye diddle-eye-dye Never gonna chew the outline of a pie Pie that I owe, and I owe And god knows, I owe them to you so You came to defy these ugly tears that I cry Now 89, ready to lie down 91, ready for to go 99, ready to go down