| Hooray, hooray…
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| Well it’s the land of the «Rolls» and the «Jaguar»
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| The only town I know where a «Caddy» is a poor man’s car
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| The girls have got those seven inch Kama Sutra finger nails
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| The way they walk around you know a man could use for spinning reels
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| It’s like that old song says «Hooray for Hollywood»
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| I came out here about a month ago for my very first visit
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| I knew I’d come back for more
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| I went back to Minneapolis bein' checked out by my friends
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| They wanted to know if I was still that same
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| Sweet, shy, modest, quiet kid I’d always been
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| I said it’s like the old song says «Hooray for Hollywood»
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| Now all you need is talent, good looks and nerve
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| With a little luck you get just what you deserve
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| My manager will tell you I’m a genius
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| I’m as pretty as I can be
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| So get the cement ready down at Grauman’s Chinese
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| And it’s like that old song says «Hooray for Hollywood»
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| I want a mansion with a palm tree out in my front yard
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| My name spelled right for once on Sunset Boulevard
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| I want an antique Bentley and a row of debutantes
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| You know you can have anything you can ask for
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| If you got something they want
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| It’s like that old song says «Hooray for Hollywood»
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| Hooray hooray… |