The sandy haired son of Hollywood
Lost his faith in all that’s good
Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock
Hung his clothes on the shower rod
Though he never got undressed
And he never made a mess
CHORUS: It’s funny how life turns out
The odds of faith in the face of doubt
Camera one closes in
The soundtrack starts and the scene begins
You’re playing you now, you’re playing you now
Take a bow

The trophy wife of Palisades
Whose yearbook beauty never fades
Sits and watches the sea fold in
And wonders what might have been
If she ever had her chance
Would she do it all again?
CHORUS

BRIDGE: On the corner by the street
He sits in his lawn chair in the heat
Sightseers see what they want
He selling star maps to the sun

The sandy haired sun of Hollywood
Lost his faith in all that’s good
Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock
Hung his clothes on the rod
Though he never got undressed
And he never seemed depressed
CHORUS