Lyrics Connie Francis

Connie Francis

Hollywood

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 glasses 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