Lyrics:

Berlin-Melcher

You all come out to L.A
Come on out here to dance and to play
Come on out here and live with our Hollywood stars
And end up washing Hollywood cars

And then get down on your knees
It ain't so bad in the forecourt at Grauman's Chinese
Sure you can act, sure you can sing
But in the land of the numb, the arthritic is king

And you live on religion and pills
In some house in the Hollywood Hills
You come here to make it, you come here to sing
You come here to be big like Bing Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young

Hey, we're high-rollin' studs from L.A
And we're planning just as it lay
Hippies don't trust us, cops like to bust us
The neighbors all swear that we're gay
Hey, we're high-rollin' studs from L.A

Hippies don't trust us, cops like to bust us
The neighbors all swear that we're gay
Hey, we're high-rollin' studs from L.A