Hooray for 
HollywoodThat screwy, ballyhooed 
HollywoodWhere any office boy or young mechanic
Can be a panic, with just a good looking pan
And any barmaid can be a star maid
If she dances with or without a fan
Hooray for 
HollywoodWhere you're terrific, if you're even good
Where anyone at all from 
TV's Lassie
To Monroe's chassis, is equally understood
Go out and try your luck, you might be 
Donald Duck
Hooray for 
HollywoodHooray for 
HollywoodThat phony, super coney 
HollywoodThey come from 
Chillicothes and 
PadukahsWith 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 
HollywoodYou may be homely in your neighborhood
But if you think that you can 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