Maury Yeston Follow

What did he see in me?
What's my attraction?
Could that face make a million men adore me?
And make a hundred camera men explore me?
Is that the girl I see there right before me?

I want to be that girl in the mirror there
I want to be that girl with golden hair
Up on a silver screen most everywhere
In the world
I want to go to Hollywood
Talkies--I mean the pictures.

I wanna have a hot time every night
Get out and raise a little Farenheit
Knock every duke and count and baron right
Off his feet
I'll be that girl that's understood
Oh, I want to go to hollywood

I want to sing the blues
I wanna wear nice shoes
And drink illegal booze
In every late night spot-
The Le Jazz Hot!
I want a breakfast, lunch and dinner there
If I'm a big box office winner there
I'll be the most well-known Berliner there ever was
I want to go to Hollywood
So,
I can get far away from

Friedrichstrasse
My cold water flat,
The sofa that I sleep on behind the screen,
The noisy lodger in the next room
My broken hand mirror
My broken coffee pot
If things get broken, they stay broken.
In Friedrichstrasse *
The worn-out bristles on your hair brush
The pennies needed for the heat every hour
And when you get sick, you stay sick
In Friedrichstrasse, where you live with little soap
And with hardly any hope.

I want to be that girl in the mirror there
I want to be the girl with the golden hair
Up on a silver screen most everywhere in the world
I want to go to Holly-
I want to go, I want to go
I want to go, I want to go
I want to go,
I have to go, I have to go
I have to go, I have to go
I have to go

I swear, that girl in the mirror
That girl in the mirror
Is going to go to
Hollywood
Hollywood
Hollywood
Hollywood!