Mary C. Brown And The Hollywood Sign Lyrics
| Song | Mary C. Brown And The Hollywood Sign |
| Artist | Dory Previn |
| Album | Mary C. Brown And The Hollywood Sign |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Previn | |
| You know the hollywood sign | |
| That stands in the hollywood hills | |
| I don't think the christ of the andes | |
| Ever blessed so many ills | |
| The hollywood sign seems to smile | |
| Like it's constantly saying "cheese" | |
| I doubt if the statue of liberty | |
| Ever welcomed more refugees | |
| Give me your poor | |
| Your tired your pimps | |
| You carhops your cowboys | |
| Your midgets your chimps | |
| Give me your freaks | |
| Your whores your harlots | |
| Your flunkies your junkies | |
| Give me your starlets | |
| Mary cecilia brown | |
| Rode to town on a malibu bus | |
| She climbed to the top | |
| Of the hollywood sign | |
| And with the smallest possible fuss | |
| She jumped off the letter "h" | |
| 'cause she did not become a star | |
| She died in less than a minute and a half | |
| She looked a bit like hedy lamarr | |
| Sometimes i have this dream | |
| When the time comes for me to go | |
| I will climb that hill | |
| And i'll hang myself | |
| From the second or third letter "o" | |
| When mary cecilia jumped | |
| She finally made the grade | |
| Her name was in the obituary column | |
| Of both the daily trades | |
| I hope the hollywood sign | |
| Cries for the town it touches | |
| The lady of lourdes in her grotto | |
| Saw fewer cripples and crutches | |
| Give me your poor | |
| Your maladjusted | |
| Your sick and your beat | |
| And your sad and your busted | |
| Give me your has-beens | |
| Give me your twisted | |
| Your loners your losers | |
| Give me your black-listed | |
| You know the hollywood sign | |
| The witness to our confusion | |
| A symbol of dreams | |
| Turns out to be | |
| A sign | |
| Of disillusion. |
| zuo qu : Previn | |
| You know the hollywood sign | |
| That stands in the hollywood hills | |
| I don' t think the christ of the andes | |
| Ever blessed so many ills | |
| The hollywood sign seems to smile | |
| Like it' s constantly saying " cheese" | |
| I doubt if the statue of liberty | |
| Ever welcomed more refugees | |
| Give me your poor | |
| Your tired your pimps | |
| You carhops your cowboys | |
| Your midgets your chimps | |
| Give me your freaks | |
| Your whores your harlots | |
| Your flunkies your junkies | |
| Give me your starlets | |
| Mary cecilia brown | |
| Rode to town on a malibu bus | |
| She climbed to the top | |
| Of the hollywood sign | |
| And with the smallest possible fuss | |
| She jumped off the letter " h" | |
| ' cause she did not become a star | |
| She died in less than a minute and a half | |
| She looked a bit like hedy lamarr | |
| Sometimes i have this dream | |
| When the time comes for me to go | |
| I will climb that hill | |
| And i' ll hang myself | |
| From the second or third letter " o" | |
| When mary cecilia jumped | |
| She finally made the grade | |
| Her name was in the obituary column | |
| Of both the daily trades | |
| I hope the hollywood sign | |
| Cries for the town it touches | |
| The lady of lourdes in her grotto | |
| Saw fewer cripples and crutches | |
| Give me your poor | |
| Your maladjusted | |
| Your sick and your beat | |
| And your sad and your busted | |
| Give me your hasbeens | |
| Give me your twisted | |
| Your loners your losers | |
| Give me your blacklisted | |
| You know the hollywood sign | |
| The witness to our confusion | |
| A symbol of dreams | |
| Turns out to be | |
| A sign | |
| Of disillusion. |
| zuò qǔ : Previn | |
| You know the hollywood sign | |
| That stands in the hollywood hills | |
| I don' t think the christ of the andes | |
| Ever blessed so many ills | |
| The hollywood sign seems to smile | |
| Like it' s constantly saying " cheese" | |
| I doubt if the statue of liberty | |
| Ever welcomed more refugees | |
| Give me your poor | |
| Your tired your pimps | |
| You carhops your cowboys | |
| Your midgets your chimps | |
| Give me your freaks | |
| Your whores your harlots | |
| Your flunkies your junkies | |
| Give me your starlets | |
| Mary cecilia brown | |
| Rode to town on a malibu bus | |
| She climbed to the top | |
| Of the hollywood sign | |
| And with the smallest possible fuss | |
| She jumped off the letter " h" | |
| ' cause she did not become a star | |
| She died in less than a minute and a half | |
| She looked a bit like hedy lamarr | |
| Sometimes i have this dream | |
| When the time comes for me to go | |
| I will climb that hill | |
| And i' ll hang myself | |
| From the second or third letter " o" | |
| When mary cecilia jumped | |
| She finally made the grade | |
| Her name was in the obituary column | |
| Of both the daily trades | |
| I hope the hollywood sign | |
| Cries for the town it touches | |
| The lady of lourdes in her grotto | |
| Saw fewer cripples and crutches | |
| Give me your poor | |
| Your maladjusted | |
| Your sick and your beat | |
| And your sad and your busted | |
| Give me your hasbeens | |
| Give me your twisted | |
| Your loners your losers | |
| Give me your blacklisted | |
| You know the hollywood sign | |
| The witness to our confusion | |
| A symbol of dreams | |
| Turns out to be | |
| A sign | |
| Of disillusion. |
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