Who said gravity's a joke   it plays well in this chair   that get-along-and-stare, tow-headed oyster   thinks that he's free      How to get a lock and over, my my   when I'd rather be wandering the aisles      Oh, I like this Hollywood life      Call to the vipers, weaned on TV   in line ahead of me   oh, I see what they see   this time I recognize my enemy's might   beautiful in the Safeway light      Oh, I like this Hollywood life      Oh, I'm doing what I like   In packages and vain dreams I head away, over   oh, its the bane of me   to watch dirty urban birds baptise the whole   corral of shopping carts   so full of soul      Oh, I like this Hollywood life      Sixteen days running we made the old scene   if only I could leave for the coast   Some nu-lite companions, all Roxy-ed and lean   I suspected them faked out and sore   but I could keep going for seventeen more