Down on the casting couch
A star is gonna be born
A star with the stature of a Harlow
Who's doomed, And groomed to enrapture
All her co-stars, and stuntmen,
the co-stars
Oh, let there be lights, action, sound
Lights, action, sound - Roll 'em!
Out in the mezzanine
On the arm of a dumb marine
Her beauty looks out
like a trailer
Norman Mailer
Waits to nail her
He's under the bed , And he's waiting for her to be dead
He's out on the patio,With his polaroid and scenario
And he's armed and he's dangerously....
Close was the weather, When I was a kid
She gave me a feather from her gown
To cool me down, to cool me down
And I was the galley slave
Who lost his heart when the ship went down
Lights, action, sound
....................Roll 'em
I had a part in the talkies, When you were a little girl
I've taken Lassie for walkies
When she was the pup that Vaudeville threw up
And destiny lead her
Hand in paw to somewhere
In Hollywood
That's crazy, a dog up in Beverly Hills
Cra -- zy , cra---zy
La, la, la, la, la,la,la,la,la,
La, la, la, la, la,la,la,la,la,
........................rapadadad
La, la, la, la, la,la,la,la,la,
La, la, la, la, la,la,la,la,la,
........................ la la la la la
You better lie low ...........
