I went up to the Hollywood hills The sun was shining and the sky was blue I thought this is no place for me You can dream what you like This is not my history
This is the place where stars have died This is the place where madmen reside There's a drunk shouting 'bout who must die What the hell do I know about this life?
Oh, get me on the next plane home London, all is forgiven Two weeks shaking hands with fools Well what a way to earn a living
I went out to see Marilyn's grave Stuck in a wall and they didn't even know her name There's just a stone in the vault of the sky Lay me down below mountains when I die
Now, get me on the next plane home London, all is forgiven This place don't shine, never did And it's no place to earn a living
When the top dogs send for me I won't cry, though they show me their teeth My ground I'll stand I got my plane ticket in my other hand
So the next day I flew home And no one had noticed I had been gone Tinseltown you lost your bet But taught me something I won't forget
And now I'm home London, I'll never bother With a place who's motto is Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar The colonels lead and the President follows Another day, another dollar The colonels lead and the President follows Another day, another dollar Another day, another dollarTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
