Springtime, the acacias are blooming.
Southern California will see one more day.
Dreamland and bus'ness is booming.
The birds are a singing as I drift away.
She looks another year older
So give her this dance, she can't be forsaken.
Learn how to love her with all of her faults.
She gave more than she's taken
and I'll go down doing the Hollywood Waltz.
Springtime and the lady is grieving,
and I'll go down doing the Hollywood Waltz,
the Holly - wood Waltz,
the Holly - wood Waltz,
the Holly - wood Waltz,
the Holly - wood Waltz.