You know the hollywood sign That stands in the hollywood hills I don't think the christ of the andes Ever blessed so many ills The hollywood sign seems to smile Like it's constantly saying "cheese" I doubt if the statue of liberty Ever welcomed more refugees Give me your poor Your tired your pimps You carhops your cowboys Your midgets your chimps Give me your freaks Your who*es your harlots Your flunkies your junkies Give me your starlets Mary cecilia brown Rode to town on a malibu bus She climbed to the top Of the hollywood sign And with the smallest possible fuss She jumped off the letter "h" 'cause she did not become a star She died in less than a minute and a half She looked a bit like hedy lamarr Sometimes i have this dream When the time comes for me to go I will climb that hill And i'll hang myself From the second or third letter "o" When mary cecilia jumped She finally made the grade Her name was in the obituary column Of both the daily trades I hope the hollywood sign Cries for the town it touches The lady of lourdes in her grotto Saw fewer cripples and crutches Give me your poor Your maladjusted Your sick and your beat And your sad and your busted Give me your has-beens Give me your twisted Your loners your losers Give me your black-listed You know the hollywood sign The witness to our confusion A symbol of dreams Turns out to be A sign Of disillusion.