You may be homely in your neighborhood
See Mr. Factor, he'd make a monkey look good
Where you're terrific, if you're even good
That phony, super coney Hollywood
Hooray for Hollywood
All armed with photos from local rotos
With their hair in ribbons and legs in tights
And any barmaid can be a star maid
Hooray for Hollywood
Can be a panic, with just a good looking pan
To Monroe's chassis, is equally understood
Hooray for Hollywood
Where any office boy or young mechanic
Go out and try your luck, you might be Donald Duck
If she dances with or without a fan
Hooray for Hollywood
They come from Chillicothes and Padukahs
Where anyone at all from TV's Lassie
But if you think that you can an actor
Within a half an hour, you'll look like Tyrone Power
With their bazookas to get their names up in lights
