Hooray for Hollywood

Hooray for Hollywood That screwy, bally hooey Hollywood Where any office boy or young mechanic can be a panic With just a good-looking pan And any barmaid can be a star made 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 Amy Simple 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 Chillicothe and Padukahs With their bazookas to get their names up in lights All armed with photos from local rotors With their hair in ribbon and legs in tights Hooray for Hollywood You may be homely in your neighborhood But if you think that you be an actor See Mr. Factor, he'd make a monkey look good Within a half an hour, you'll look like Tyrone Power Hooray for Hollywood Hooray for Hollywood