Who said gravity's a joke it plays well in this chair that get-along-and-stare, tow-headed oyster thinks that he's free
How to get a lock and over, my my when I'd rather be wandering the aisles
Oh, I like this Hollywood life
Call to the vipers, weaned on TV in line ahead of me oh, I see what they see this time I recognize my enemy's might beautiful in the Safeway light
Oh, I like this Hollywood life
Oh, I'm doing what I like In packages and vain dreams I head away, over oh, its the bane of me to watch dirty urban birds baptise the whole corral of shopping carts so full of soul
Oh, I like this Hollywood life
Sixteen days running we made the old scene if only I could leave for the coast Some nu-lite companions, all Roxy-ed and lean I suspected them faked out and sore but I could keep going for seventeen more