Molly stood still in the rain and wept   Young Billy kicked stones down the courthouse step   The police linked arms in a line to hold back the crowd   How much longer Mum, said Ben   Why's that policeman kicking that man?   Can we have a bit of jam on our bread today?      Then the whistle blew and the gates swung back   Wave, said Molly   Ben waved his cap   At two eyes looking through a little slot   Like someone dying in a letter box      And Molly said:   Say goodbye to the valley   Say goodbye to the rain   Through the miracle of telecommunications   In the private sector   We got a message today   Your Great Uncle David, your great Uncle David   The one who went to the USA   The one with the swimming pool and the palm trees   And the big dog, the BIG dog      Has asked you to stay, to stay   And you're going, going, going   To live in LA   Going, going, going      Oh, Hollywood hills   Oh, midnight thrills   Benny, your time has come   Oh, oh, Benny don't drink the water   Stay away from the cocaine slaughter   Oh, Benny, you don't get caught, you'll have some fun   And I'm going into him      Benny, Benny   Yeah!   Get down.   Oh no, Benny, be cool, don't drink the water   Oh no, Benny, stay away from the boss' daughter   Now there's a hundred miles of sushi bars      And pastel convertible cars   And up on Mulholland Drive   Where Warren Beatty locks himself in his safe at night just to stay alive   Nothing's going on   Nothin's goin' on