Across the dark. The lamps all dim. The musty old town is just like a clown, shut down.
(Music)
Ohhhh, I wish I was from Hollywood the famous town. Across the old mountains, a city within.
I wish I was from Hollywood, bustling town, into all the mansions unlike oh, downtown.
I wish I was packing and leaving to down. Then I’d be be a po-pular singer in gown.
I wish you went with me my favorite person. Then we’d watch the mountains of a tiny town .
Then we’d have a dinner of chocolate brown.
And I would be happier than a little clown.
(Chorus)
I wish I was from Hollywood! Hollywood! Hollywood!
I wish I was from Hollywood! A different town.