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   But he never got undressed   And no, he never made a mess      It's funny how life turns out   The odds of faith in the face of doubt   Camera one closes in   The soundtrack starts   The scene begins      You're playing you now   You're playing you now   You're playing you now   You're playing you now   You're playing you now   Take a bow   Take a bow      The trophy wife from palisades   Whose yearbook beauty never fades   Sits and watches the sea fold in   And wonders what might have been   If she could ever have the chance   Would she do it all again?       It's funny how life turns out   The odds of faith in the face of doubt   Camera one closes in   The soundtrack starts   The scene begins      You're playing you now   You're playing you now   You're playing you now   You're playing you now   You're playing you now   Take a bow   Take a bow      On the corner   By his streets   He sits in his lawnchair   In the heat   Sightseers see   What they want   They're selling star-maps   To the sun      The sunny-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   But he didn't get undressed   And no, he didn't seem depressed      It's funny how life turns out   The odds of faith in the face of doubt   Camera one closes in   The soundtrack starts   The scene begins      You're playing you now   You're playing you now   You're playing you now   You're playing you now   You're playing you now   You're playing you now   You're playing you now   Take a bow   Take a bow   Take a bow   Take a bow