Took the Continental Trailways 'Cause I didn't have the fare To get from Cincinnati to Los Angeles by air
The guy who said he'd meet me In a shiny limousine With a contract in his pocket Turned out to be a queen
He could not see my body Or appreciate my good looks Had I fallen for some story That I read in all of the books
But I ain't Goin' back To the bottom side of the tracks No, No, and I ain't Goin' back To the bottom side of the tracks No I ain't goin' back To Cincinnati
So I got myself an agent With a roll of dollar bills And a Beverly type mansion In the middle of the hills
I was friendly with producers And was heading out with the stars I played the backseat heroine In a thousand different cars
From Cavalier to Playboy To the Johnny Carson show To holding up some dogfood For a firm in Idaho
I've a screen-test every weekend And I'm constantly on call I'll be twenty-five next summer And thirty-five next fall
But I ain't Goin' back To the bottom side of the track No, No, and I ain't Goin' back To the bottom side of the track You'll never get me to go back Ain't goin' back To CincinnatiTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.