They're the Hollywood kids each and every one. With a high class smile and a little baby's tongue. Lonely hard head losers dressed in the tinsel of the times. And learn all the latest lines and the order in which they come. So perfumed sweet and so obscene. Like the fancy dancers of our dirty green. Oh they knew hello and good bye but not what goes in between. Yea and its such a scene on Saturday night. Fifth avenue freaks strait off the racks. They swear you can buy and sell your soul on a good dat outside. They're the Hollywood kids each and everyone. And on Sunday back into their holes they run. And on Monday here I stand alone on this littered stage like an animal who. forgot he was in a cage. Just a restless soul. Just waiting for 'em to come. They're Hollywood kids each and everyone.