Baby dear -- what do I do? Playing my tune for you Just to get you in the mood Everybody's going to Hollywood
You're driving me mad But I'm smiling to the crowd instead A lot of money is at stake This is a hit and that's a fake
This is what you mean to me This is what they all should see Make a make-up in a foolish style Telling the truth by making a (big?) lie
When I come, I come but nothing's at ease Breaking up the whole is a modern disease Maybe you think tomorrow's just a joke It's a joke after joke after joke after joke
My love, everything's an interview And nothing's really new And everybody's looking for clues And you know what to do with a clue
My love -- I get ready for the show They're waiting and they will never go This night is just to go-o-o-o And it's only for show
Dig that deal and be a millionaire Drinking cocktails in the stratosphere Getting jetlagged with my business-friends In these supersonic wonderlands
There's a shadow on the graphic display First he's smiling then he's fading away Maybe he thinks tomorrow's just a joke It's a joke after joke after joke after joke
My love...
And it's only for show Get ready! Get ready! Get ready...