Lyrics:

Holidays, Hollywood

Jolly good Sir but I never met you

In your grey cadillac car

Never gonna see the outline of a star

And the windows creek, on an elbow squeek

That will be for him comin' round the mountain

In his grey cadillac car

Never gonna see the outline of a star

Oh my little lady lies awake in the pines

Some seem to think that I'm awake all the time

Try to get me groovin' on a blue collar crime

But a maid in the backroom leaves my clothes behind

Bye diddle-eye-dye

Never gonna chew the outline of a pie

Pie that I owe, and I owe

And god knows, I owe them to you so

You came to defy these ugly tears that I cry

Now 89, ready to lie down

91, ready for to go

99, ready to go down