I went to Hollywood, the timing was to kill ya Palm trees like you said there was, The viper room was up there Saw your face in the window there Like a light from everywhere I went to Hollywood and I barely got out I cut my teeth in the middle west but I was born to ramble Hit the brakes and I pull to the left, and every day is a battle Pointed west and I hit the road Where the streets are paved with gold I got to Hollywood, I pulled over and cried Thought that I might meet a movie star Ended up flat-drunk in the Ramo bar Now everybody moved to Silverlake and no one sent a letter The rent is high but the view is great I guess they like it better Spent the night on the street alone, Guess that I'll just head back home I went to Hollywood but I showed up too late