Connie Francis - Hollywood lyrics

Whose jalopy is covered with junk But don't have any money for lunch? It's Hollywood, it's Hollywood Who's the local star With the big, fine car? It's Hollywood Who wears the shady gla**es after dark? Who tries to talk the little girlie's into parking? It's Hollywood, Hollywood Who's the local yokel with The horn rimmed bifocals? It's Hollywood Go, go, go Who else would hold a cigarette like that? Who else would wear a little Frenchy's hat? No one but Hollywood, Hollywood Who thinks he's been around But ain't never been out of town? It's Hollywood I'll give you just one little guess At who old Hollywood's trying to impress You're right, it's Hollywood, Hollywood Who's that farmer Who think he's a charmer? It's Hollywood Yeah, it's Hollywood all right Here Hollywood, here's a quarter Go buy yourself some, ah, continental pants Ascot, cigarette holder etc, etc