Lyrics
Going Down To Hollywood
©2008 Ken Bewick
I’m going down to Hollywood to walk those faded stars
I’m going down to L.A town in my old country car
Saw an ad the other day of cold beers in the sun
I’m going down to Hollywood, yeah that’s where I belong

I’m going down to Hollywood and then I’ll hit the strand
Drive down Venice boulevard in my old country van
Stars are rising right and left, it only takes one song
I’m going down to Hollywood, yeah that’s where I belong

I’m gonna get my face put on a stamp before I’m dead
A legend beyond Elvis, and a dream in every head
Then I’ll become reclusive, a drunkard every night
I’m going down to Hollywood to see my name in lights

I’m going down to Hollywood, yeah I’ll blow this hippy tow
To breath the money-scented air and drag my name around
A butler for my afternoons, a maid from dusk ‘till dawn
I’m going down to Hollywood, yeah that’s where I belong

I’m going down to Hollywood, it’s shining in the sun
I’ll drive right into Hollywood on highway 101
I’ll by myself a new guitar, a car, and twenty blondes
I’m going down to Hollywood, yeah that’s where I belong
Ken: electric guitar, basses, vocals, phone calls
Josh: drumset, vocals, woodblocks, phone calls
Michael: electric piano, synth
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