hollywood
who do you have to fuck
to get into this picture?
who do you have to lay
to make your way?
hooray for hollywood
what do you have to do
to prove your worth?
who do you have to know
to stay on earth?

who do you have to fuck
to become important?
who do you have to trick
to be picked for the flick?
hooray for hollywood
how do you make a virtue
of a vice?
who do you have to fuck
to get treated nice?

they lead you
like an animal to slaughter
you're inspected
you're graded
you're stamped
standard or prime
they hang you on a meat hook
where you age
but female meat
does not improve with time
they cut you up
and take the part that's tender
and when they're through
all that's left of you
is tough it's tough
the flesh is willing
but the spirit's growing weaker
enough! enough!
enough! enough!
enough! enough!
enough! enough!

who do you have to fuck
to get into a movie?
'cause you promised
the home-town crowd
you would make them proud
hooray for hollywood
and you wait for the phone to ring
in a vine street motel
and you write your folks
that being in the movies is
really really swell
well
if that's anyone's idea of heaven
who do you have to fuck
to get into hell?

hooray for hollywood!