The sandy-haired son of Hollywood
Lost his faith in all that's good
Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock
Hung his clothes on the shower rod
But he never go undressed and he never made a mess
It's funny how life works out
The odds of faith in the face of doubt
Camera one closes in
The soundtrack starts, the scene begins.

CHORUS
You're playing you now
You're playing you now
You're playing you now
You're playing you now
You're playing you now
Take a bow

The trophy wife of Palisades
Whose yearbook beauty never fades
Sits and watches the sea roll in
And wonders what might have been
If she ever had the chance
Would she do it all again?
It's funny how life works out
The odds of faith in the face of doubt
Camera one closes in
The soundtrack starts, the scene begins.

(CHORUS)

On the corner by the street
He sits in his armchair in the heat
Sightseers see what they want
He's selling star maps to the sun

The sandy-haired son of Hollywood
Lost his faith in all that's good
Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock
Hung his clothes on the shower rod
But he never go undressed and he never seemed depressed.
It's funny how life works out
The odds of faith in the face of doubt
Camera one closes in
The soundtrack starts, the scene begins.

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