I moved to Hollywood to stake out
A claim of my own
(I...) I got a job in Westwood, selling records
Beatles and Stones

Then a girl stops diggin' through the garbage
To hold her hand out
Said she was Brando's lover
Before this town died

Kiss Hollywood goodbye
Kiss Hollywood goodbye
Kiss Hollywood goodbye

I tried to shake off this bad feeling I was
Born too late
(I...) I took a walk in Gable's town and I found that they
Ground it down to keychains and paperweights

Then a man stops sleeping on the sidewalk
To hold his hand out
Said he was Dick Burton's tailor
Before this town died

Kiss Hollywood goodbye
Kiss Hollywood goodbye
Kiss Hollywood goodbye

Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye

(sax/harmonica solo)

Kiss Hollywood goodbye
Kiss Hollywood goodbye, bye, bye
Kiss Hollywood goodbye
Goodbye (goodbye)
Goodbye
Goodbye