All your gifts I still cherish and keep and enshrine From a time when I hardly knew which hand was mine Could I spend all that time wanting to? Well, if Hollywood says so it can't be true In far-flung desert land they seek me Look my name up in your Film Weekly Let's watch one more, one short one more I draw swords, win rewards, quash landslides Climb mile-high castle walls, both hands tied Let's watch one more, one short one All your gifts I still cherish and keep and enshrine From a time when I hardly knew which hand was mine Could I spend all that time wanting to? Well, if Hollywood says so it can't be true I'd be all clockwork soldier, togged up like top brass But I'd in the confusion end up with your glass And you ask why I don't read my reviews Well, if Hollywood says so it can't be true If Hollywood says so it can't be true Drive fast cars, play guitars, win prizes Girls in each port and all five sizes Let's watch one more, one short one I'd be all clockwork soldier, togged up like top brass But I'd in the confusion end up with your glass And you ask why I'm snubbed by Tinseltown crew Well, if Hollywood says so it can't be true If Hollywood says so it can't be true We're all disappointed by scenes as disjointed as these I cried loud and forthright "The dust looked like torchlight through trees" Hollywood you never, you never gave me these So a voice shouts out "action" or "scene eighty-four" And you're at it like scraps on the cutting room floor With a few minor changes, switch of male leads And those juvenile tantrums that no one needs And we've all seen those glances where more is inferred Only this time X-rated is more like the word And I'm cut from the scene, no glory, no gain And no autograph hunters, no free champagne I've been all misdirected, worked out in one take I'm a dated two-reeler that no one will make And you ask why I don't read my reviews Well, if Hollywood says so it can't be true