He's a mover he's a shaker he's a real money maker   Spit shine on his alligator shoes   Nobody's knowin'   He's headin' straight for ruin   And he doesn't even have a clue      The Harlem man   Hadn't asked where it's all happened   He's got a window on the 32nd floor   Whoever would have thought   It turns out all he ever wanted   Ain't the thing he was lookin' floor      Sometimes he wishes that the wish wasn't granted   Wonderin' how he ever got this enchanted   Holdin' onto the good life   He can't stand it   Everybody leaves here empty handed      The smalltown beauty queen   Livin' on amphetamines   Hangin' in the Hollywood hills   Got herself famous in the city of the angels   With the help of the devil and the pills      Now daddy was a preacher   Even Jesus couldn't reach her   She's a victim of another disease   She's done a lot of purging   And she's had a lot of surgery   Searchin' for what she needs      Sometimes she wishes that the wish wasn't granted   Wonderin' how she ever got this enchanted   Holdin' onto the good life   And she can't stand it   Everybody leaves here empty handed      Well the cold hard truth   It's up to you   So if you ever wish that your wish wasn't granted   Wonderin' how you ever got this enchanted   Holdin onto the good life   But you can't stand it   Well everybody leaves here empty handed   Empty handed   Empty handed   Well everybody leaves here empty handed