Hollywood Holiday

I rode my motorcycle through a watermelon patch

Right on the California freeway

I took my holy Bible on my blessed boogie woogie drive

'Cause I know I know I know

Where I go oh lord they're gonna bless me jive

Poor you, poor me

Poor everybody who buy to be

Poor me, poor you

Poor everybody who die to do

I parked my motorcycle on Hollywood and vine

And sang till my red blood turned boiling blue

I took my sole survival and bore my cross on a string

'Cause I know I know I know

What I dear I bear my charm to king

Poor you, poor me

Poor everybody who buy to be

Poor me, poor you

Poor everybody who die to do