Hooray for Hollywood

Hooray For Hollywood

That screwy, ballyhooed Hollywood

Where any office boy or young mechanic

Can be a panic, with just a good looking pan

And any barmaid can be a star maid

If she dances with or without a fan

Hooray For Hollywood

Where you're terrific, if you're even good

Where anyone at all from TV's Lassie

To Monroe's chassis, is equally understood

Go out and try your luck, you might be Donald Duck

Hooray For Hollywood

Hooray For Hollywood

That phony, super coney Hollywood

They come from Chillicothes and Padukahs

With their bazookas to get their names up in lights

All armed with photos from local rotos

With their hair in ribbons and legs in tights

Hooray For Hollywood

You may be homely in your neighborhood

But if you think that you can an actor

See Mr. Factor, he'd make a monkey look good

Within a half an hour, you'll look like Tyrone Power

Hooray For Hollywood