Today I gonna send the papers Tomorrow gonna blow it off Then I'm gonna show the neighbors I've finally had enough Of livin' on paper money When the paper ain't thick enough To pay the price of lovin' something I just don't seem to love Holly wood ya be my merry-go-round? In this hard stone cold world That's got my feet on the ground And all the season Taste bad in my mouth And it's got me down Holly wood ya I haven't got time for wondering Ain't making no time for hope I've gotta be doin' something Instead of getting hooked on dope Got me over the barrel But I feel like standing up Life ain't always fair now baby Controlling your own luck Holly wood ya be my merry-go-round? In this hard stone cold world That's got my feet on the ground And all the season Taste bad in my mouth And it's got me down Holly wood ya Hollywood ya try to keep my head on right? Hollywood ya fill my hungry appetite? Oh Holly could I find the fruit And take a bite? You've got to stand here in my corner As I win this fight