Hooray for Hollywood

Hooray for Hollywood That screwy, ballyhooey Hollywood Where any office boy or young mechanic Can be a panic, with just a goodlooking pan And any barmaid can be a star mate If she dances with or without a fan Hooray for Hollywood Where you're terrific, if you're even good Where anyone at all from TV's Lassie To Monroe's chassis is equally understood Go out and try your luck, you might be Donald Duck Hooray for Hollywood Hooray for Hollywood That phoney, super coney Hollywood They come from Chillicothes and Padukahs With their bazookas to get their names up in lights All armed with photos from local rotos With their hair in ribbons and legs in tights Hooray for Hollywood You may be homely in your neighborhood But if you think that you can an actor See Mr. Factor, he'd make a monkey look good With a half an hour, you'll look like Tyrone Power Hooray for Hollywood