| Song | Hollywood |
| Artist | Alabama |
| Album | Feels So Right |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:Gary Stewart/Wayne Carson | |
| Atlanta, Georgia made her the Ctoon Queen. | |
| L.A. bound she had visions of the silver screen. | |
| But Hollywood ain't nothin' but glamor and lights to a blue-eyed blonde with | |
| stars in her eyes. | |
| Her days are long. Lord, her nights are longer yet. | |
| Tryin' to find a part that will make her the Queen of Sex. | |
| She's realizin' what it's all about from too many nights upon the casting | |
| couch. | |
| Chorus | |
| Hollywood: parties and thrills. | |
| The mansion in her mind is somewhere is Beverly Hills. | |
| She's been discovered too many times standing on the corner of Hollywood and | |
| Vince. | |
| She makes her entrance now a days through the swingin' doors. | |
| She found her stage on a hardwood barroom floor. | |
| But it's not the bottom, just part of a long, hard fall. | |
| Her biggest fan's the man. Tonight she'll give her all. | |
| The dream is dyin' of her name on the marquee. | |
| The folks back home wonder what happened ti their Queen. | |
| The mornin' papers told it in black and white, calling it another Hollywood | |
| suicide. | |
| Chorus |
| Written: Gary Stewart Wayne Carson | |
| Atlanta, Georgia made her the Ctoon Queen. | |
| L. A. bound she had visions of the silver screen. | |
| But Hollywood ain' t nothin' but glamor and lights to a blueeyed blonde with | |
| stars in her eyes. | |
| Her days are long. Lord, her nights are longer yet. | |
| Tryin' to find a part that will make her the Queen of Sex. | |
| She' s realizin' what it' s all about from too many nights upon the casting | |
| couch. | |
| Chorus | |
| Hollywood: parties and thrills. | |
| The mansion in her mind is somewhere is Beverly Hills. | |
| She' s been discovered too many times standing on the corner of Hollywood and | |
| Vince. | |
| She makes her entrance now a days through the swingin' doors. | |
| She found her stage on a hardwood barroom floor. | |
| But it' s not the bottom, just part of a long, hard fall. | |
| Her biggest fan' s the man. Tonight she' ll give her all. | |
| The dream is dyin' of her name on the marquee. | |
| The folks back home wonder what happened ti their Queen. | |
| The mornin' papers told it in black and white, calling it another Hollywood | |
| suicide. | |
| Chorus |
| Written: Gary Stewart Wayne Carson | |
| Atlanta, Georgia made her the Ctoon Queen. | |
| L. A. bound she had visions of the silver screen. | |
| But Hollywood ain' t nothin' but glamor and lights to a blueeyed blonde with | |
| stars in her eyes. | |
| Her days are long. Lord, her nights are longer yet. | |
| Tryin' to find a part that will make her the Queen of Sex. | |
| She' s realizin' what it' s all about from too many nights upon the casting | |
| couch. | |
| Chorus | |
| Hollywood: parties and thrills. | |
| The mansion in her mind is somewhere is Beverly Hills. | |
| She' s been discovered too many times standing on the corner of Hollywood and | |
| Vince. | |
| She makes her entrance now a days through the swingin' doors. | |
| She found her stage on a hardwood barroom floor. | |
| But it' s not the bottom, just part of a long, hard fall. | |
| Her biggest fan' s the man. Tonight she' ll give her all. | |
| The dream is dyin' of her name on the marquee. | |
| The folks back home wonder what happened ti their Queen. | |
| The mornin' papers told it in black and white, calling it another Hollywood | |
| suicide. | |
| Chorus |