Lyrics:

(Warren Zevon)How're you going to make your way in the worldWhen you weren't cut out for workingWhen your fingers ar
e slender and frailHow're you going to get aroundIn this sleazy bedroom townIf you don't put yourself up for saleWhere wil
l you go with your scarves and your miraclesWho's gonna know who you areDrugs and wine and flattering lightYou must try it a
gain till you get it rightMaybe you'll end up with someone different every nightAll these people with no home to go home to
They'd all like to spend the night with youMaybe I would, tooBut tell meHow're you going to make your way in the world, wom
anWhen you weren't cut out for workingAnd you just can't concentrateAnd you always show up lateYou said you were an actres
sYes, I believe you areI thought you'd be a starSo I drank up all the money,Yes, I drank up all the money,With these phoni
es in this Hollywood bar,These friends of mine in this Hollywood barLoneliness and frustrationWe both came down with an acu
te caseAnd when the lights came up at twoI caught a glimpse of youAnd your face looked like somethingDeath brought with him
in his suitcaseYour pretty faceIt looked so wastedAnother pretty faceDevastatedThe French InhalerHe stamped and mailed
her'So long, Norman'She said, 'So long, Norman'