Down on the casting couch    A star is gonna be born    A star with the stature of a Harlow    Who's doomed    And groomed to enrapture    All her co-stars, and stuntmen, the co-stars    Oh, let there be lights, action, sound    Lights, action, sound - Roll `em!    Out in the mezzanine    On the arm of a dumb marine    Her beauty looks out like a trailer    Norman Mailer    Waits to nail her    He's under the bed    And he's waiting for her to be dead    He's out on the patio    With his polaroid and scenario    And he's armed and he's dangerously....    Close was the weather    When I was a kid    She gave me a feather from her gown    To cool me down, to cool me down    And I was the galley slave    Who lost his heart when the ship went down    Lights, action, sound    Roll `em    I had a part in the talkies    When you were a little girl    I've taken Lassie for walkies    When she was the pup that Vaudeville threw up    And destiny lead her    Hand in paw to somewhere    In Hollywood    That's crazy, a dog up in Beverly Hills    Crazy, crazy    La, la, la, la, la.... (You better lie low)