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