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    Its funny how life turns out  The odds of faith in the face of doubt  Camera one closes in  The soundtrack starts  The scene begins    Youre playing you now  Youre playing you now  Youre playing you now  Youre playing you now  Youre 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?     Its funny how life turns out  The odds of faith in the face of doubt  Camera one closes in  The soundtrack starts  The scene begins    Youre playing you now  Youre playing you now  Youre playing you now  Youre playing you now  Youre 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    Its funny how life turns out  The odds of faith in the face of doubt  Camera one closes in  The soundtrack starts  The scene begins    Youre playing you now  Youre playing you now  Youre playing you now  Youre playing you now  Youre playing you now  Youre playing you now  Youre playing you now  Take a bow  Take a bow  Take a bow  Take a bow