Hollywood Holiday (Letra)
I rode my motorcycle through a watermelon patch
Right on the california freeway
I took my holy bible on my blessed boogie woogie drive
Cause i know i know i know
Where i go oh lord they’re gonna bless me jive
Poor you poor me
Poor everybody who buy to be
Poor me poor you
Poor everybody who die to do
I parked my motorcycle on hollywood and vine
And sang till my red blood turned boiling blue
I took my sole survival and bore my cross on a string
Cause i know i know i know
What i dear i bear my charm to king
Poor you poor me
Poor everybody who buy to be
Poor me poor you
Poor everybody who die to do
