Look who's pulling up outside   With a trunk full of fun and a European ride   Heard that you were going far away   And we are all so happy son   That we were on the way      You're a back stabbing Hollywood pimp   Microphone, silver tone, cellular phone   We know that you're working for the devil   Bitch slap, star map dinner at Jones      Stood in line to get burned   Hey baby doll   Your reservation is confirmed   Tell the boss I've got her on the way   And he said with a smile   That's the seventh one today      You're a back stabbing Hollywood pimp   Microphone, silver tone, cellular phone   We know that you're working for the devil   Bitch slap, star map dinner at Jones      How'd you get so mean and nasty   I didn't want you to come to my party anyway      He's going to play you a dream   Dress you up in chocolate   And finish you with cream   Squeeze you till you're warm and woozy   And then pop you on the saddle of a silver moto guzzi      You're a back stabbing Hollywood pimp   Microphone, silver tone, cellular phone   We know that you're working for the devil   Bitch slap, star map dinner at Jones