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  • Down on the casting couch
    A star is gonna be born
    A star with the stature of a Harlow
    Who's doomed and groomed to enrapture
    All her co-stars and stunt men
    The co-stars oh, let there be lights, action, sound
    Lights, action, sound
    Roll 'em
    Out in the mezzanine
    On the arm of a dumb marine
    Her beauty looks out like a trailer
    Norman Mailer waits to nail her
    He's under the bed
    And he's waiting for her to be dead
    He's out on the patio
    With his Polaroid and scenario
    And he's armed and he's dangerously
    Close was the weather
    When I was a kid
    She gave me a feather from her gown
    To cool me down, to cool me down
    And I was the galley slave
    Who lost his heart when the ship went down
    Lights, action, sound
    Roll 'em
    I had a part in the talkies
    When you were a little girl
    I've taken Lassie for walkies
    When she was the pup that Vaudeville threw up
    And destiny lead her hand in paw to somewhere
    In Hollywood
    That's crazy, a dog up in Beverly Hills
    Crazy, crazy
    La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
    La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
    La, la, la, la, la
    You better lie low
  • Down on the casting couch
    A star is gonna be born
    A star with the stature of a Harlow
    Who's doomed and groomed to enrapture
    All her co-stars and stunt men
    The co-stars oh, let there be lights, action, sound
    Lights, action, sound
    Roll 'em
    Out in the mezzanine
    On the arm of a dumb marine
    Her beauty looks out like a trailer
    Norman Mailer waits to nail her
    He's under the bed
    And he's waiting for her to be dead
    He's out on the patio
    With his Polaroid and scenario
    And he's armed and he's dangerously
    Close was the weather
    When I was a kid
    She gave me a feather from her gown
    To cool me down, to cool me down
    And I was the galley slave
    Who lost his heart when the ship went down
    Lights, action, sound
    Roll 'em
    I had a part in the talkies
    When you were a little girl
    I've taken Lassie for walkies
    When she was the pup that Vaudeville threw up
    And destiny lead her hand in paw to somewhere
    In Hollywood
    That's crazy, a dog up in Beverly Hills
    Crazy, crazy
    La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
    La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
    La, la, la, la, la
    You better lie low