King Of Hollywood lyrics

Well he sits up there on his leatherette

And looks through pictures of the ones

that he hasn't had yet

When he thinks he wants a closer look

He gets out his little black telephone book

(He's calling)

(He's calling)

(He's calling)

(He's calling)

Come sit down here beside me honey

Let's have a little heart to heart

Now look at me and tell me darlin'

How badly do you want this part?

Are you willing to sacrifice

And are you willing to be real nice

All that talent and my good taste

I'd hate to see it go to waste

We gon' get you an apartment, honey

We gon' get you a car

Yeah, we gon' take care of you, darlin'

We gon' make you a movie star

For years I've seen 'em come and go

He says, "I've had 'em all, ya know"

I handled everything in my own way

I made 'em what they are today

After 'while, nothing was pretty

After 'while, everything got lost

Still, his jacuzzi runneth over

Still, he just couldn't get off

He's just another power junky

Just another silk-scarf monkey

You'd know it if you saw his stuff

The man just isn't big enough