Hey man I like your sound I want you to believe
That all those pretty things are yours and yours to keep
Oh if you stay with me you're gonna wanna sing
Just move down to West LA and then you'll play for keeps
God damn that scummy man he never wants to leave
Know where the good times roll
My god he told ya
Know when it's getting old
You're gonna be a west side soldier
Say what you really mean
It's bright he warned ya
It's like a summer's dream
To Hollywood and don't look back again
Moved down and now he's never quite at ease
Nobody likes his sound but that's the industry
Someday he wants to someday he's gonna
Tell off that money man who made him chase his fantasy but
Now he's alone and far from home
Know where the good times roll
My god he told ya
Know when it's getting old
You're gonna be a west side soldier
Say what you really mean
It's bright he warned ya
It's like a summer's dream
Say what you really mean
Hollywood now
Feel like a star for me
Hollywood now
Screw up my destiny
Hollywood now
As some time rolls by you will say to me
In Hollywood you never could
Know where the good times roll
My god he told ya
Know when it's getting old
You're gonna be a west side soldier
Say what you really mean
It's bright he warned ya
It's like a summer's dream
To Hollywood and don't look back again