KING OF HOLLYWOOD

Well he sits up there on his leatherette Looks through pictures of the ones That he hasn't had yet When he thinks he wants a closer look He gets out his little black telephone book He's calling, calling, calling He's calling, calling, calling He's calling, calling, calling He's calling Come sit down here beside me, honey Let's have a little heart to heart Now look at me and tell me, darlin' How badly do you want this part Are you willing to sacrifice And are you willing to be real nice All your talent and my good taste I'd hate to see it go to waste We gon' get you an apartment, honey We gon' get you a car Yeah we gon' take care of you, darlin' We gon' make you a movie star For years I've seen 'em come and go He says I've had 'em all, you know I handled everything in my own way I made 'em what they are today After 'while nothing was pretty After 'while everything got lost Still his Jaccuzzi runneth over Still he just couldn't get off He's just another power junky Just another silk-scarf monkey You'd know it if you saw his stuff The man just isn't big enough