Hooray for Hollywood
(Johnny Mercer/Richard A. Whiting) ("Hollywood Hotel")
Hooray for Hollywood, that screwy,
bally hooey Hollywood.
Where any office boy or young mechanic
can be a panic with just a looking pan.
And any barmaid can be a star maid
if she dances with or without a fan.
Hooray for Hollywood where you're terrific
if you're even good.
Where anyone at all from Shirley Temple
to Aimee Semple is equally understood,
Go out and try your luck, you might
be Donald Duck! Hooray for Hollywood.
Hooray for Hollywood, that phony super
Coney, Hollywood.
They come from Chillicothes and Paducahs
with their bazookas to get their names up
in lights.
All armed with photos from local Rotos
with their hair in ribbons and legs in tights.
Hooray for Hollywood, you may be homely
in your neighborhood,
But if you think you can be an actor,
see Mr. Factor, he'd make a monkey look good.
Within a half an hour, you look like
Tyrone Power! Hooray for Hollywood!
