GET ME OUT OF HOLLYWOOD

LYRICS
(TRANSCRIBED BY LISTENING TO THE ALBUM)
SIDE ONESIDE TWO
Get Me Out Of Hollywood Strange Youth
Back To California Strangest Feeling
Lately Mary East Coast Lady
Jamey's Got The Blues One Man's Blues
Puppet Strings Vegetables



GET ME OUT OF HOLLYWOOD
Randy Stonehill

A girl in Hollywood there was I knew
She always said that she love me true
But don't you know, boy, she never do
She broke my heart and she left me blue
Yes, now she left and I'm all alone
I'm broken down and I'm on my own
She really cut me right to the bone
And I t'ink I'm a-losin' my mind

CHORUS:
Get me out of Hollywood
Take me home this ain't no good
Get me out of Hollywood
I t'ink I'm a-losin' my mind

I come to Hollywood for fortune and fame
To make some dollar and make some name
I t'ought I was on top of the game
Now, Lord, I wish I had never came
I run into this cute little chick
You know she make my heart jump and kick
She leave me holding the ugly stick
And I t'ink I'm a-losin' my mind

(Repeat Chorus)
(Instrumental Break)

This Hollywood's such a crazy town
It take you up and it bring you down
It make your poor head go spinning 'round
It leave you lying flat on the ground
You come you t'ink you will make it big
You end up dancing a crazy jig
I tell you man, it's a bummer gig
And I t'ink I'm a-losin' my mind

(Repeat Chorus)

The agent, man, he's a real crumb
He'll say, "Hey, boy, where you coming from?
What makes you think you're a special one?
You know we don't do this just for fun
I'm not in market for wasting time
Off you we could not make one thin dime
Go be a plumber or take up crime
And I t'ink I'm a-losin' my mind
Brrrrr!

(Repeat Chorus 2X)
Oh, I t'ink I'm a-losin' my mind
Oh-ho-o-o-oh, I t'ink I'm a-losin' my mind
Ah!



BACK TO CALIFORNIA
Randy Stonehill

I'm on the road again
Feeling lonely and blue
And I just can't keep my mind on anything else but you
Well it feels like I haven't kissed you since God knows when
And I just can't wait 'til I get back to California again, yeah

Well, the sun is hot and I've been drivin' for hours
And it's gettin' me down, seein' beer cans instead of flowers
Oh, I wish you were around the bend 
And this dusty trip would end
'Cause I can hardly wait 'til I get back to California again

CHORUS:
California
I'm on my way
And when I get back
This time I'm goin' to stay

(Instrumental break)

There was a restaurant by the side of the road
So I pulled on in and had myself a beer just to lighten the load
And the waitress said I looked in need of a friend, uh-huh
And I just can't wait 'til I get back to California again

(Repeat Chorus)

Now I'm days away from your sweet, sweet touch
And I never dreamed that I could miss a woman's love so much
And the songs on the radio - they're makin' be blue
And I just can't wait 'til I get back to California and you

(Repeat Chorus 3X and fade on 4th time)



LATELY MARY
Randy Stonehill

We share the same old joke
She's my sister
We get rowdy, have a good time
She is my friend
But lately, Mary, lately
I find it so hard to pretend

I hate old clichés
I love you
There must be better words
You mean much more
And I can't help admitting
Things feel different than they felt
Before

What can I say?
What can I say?
Open my mouth and change feet
And even the song that I'm writing will never be complete...



JAMEY'S BLUES
Randy Stonehill

Jamey's got the blues
Day after day
After day
I know it must be somethin' deep
'Cause there's nothin' I can say
That helps to ease the pain
You know I can see in those troubled eyes
The skies are grey
And it looks like Jamey's blues are bound to stay

He knows I really care
Enough to reach out
A friendly hand
But even so, I guess
He doesn't think I'd understand
That when a man is down
Down is a rough and a lonely place
For someone to be
And it looks like Jamey's blues won't set him free

And Jamey's got the blues
Jamey's got the blues
Jamey's got the blues
La La La La La La La
La Yeah

And I remember nights
Jamey and I
Would do the town
But now, he never leaves his room
And whenever I'm around
There's just not much to say
It's almost as if we were strangers there
Just filling the room
And it looks like Jamey's blues became his tomb

Jamey's got the blues
Jamey's got the blues
Jamey's got the blues
Jamey's got the blues

Later Recorded As "Jamey's Got The Blues" On The Sky Is Falling



PUPPET STRINGS
Randy Stonehill

Oh, I can't keep from mourning
For this topsy-turvy world
With all its strife and pain
Mourning for the lost 
And the desperate children
Who can't remember their names

And I can feel it in my soul
Now the end is getting near
I can hear the Devil laughing
And its ringing in my ears

Oh, long ago he chose us
To inherit all his kingdom
And we were blessed with light
But wondering away
We disobeyed him
In the Garden
And stumbled in to night

And I can feel it in my soul
Now the end is getting near
I can hear the angels weeping
And it's ringing in my ears

CHORUS:
We are all like foolish puppets
Who desiring to be kings
Now lie pitifully crippled
After cutting our strings

But God said, "I'll forgive you
I will face you man to man
And win your love again"
Oh, how could there be possibly
A greater gift of love
Than dying for a friend?

And I can feel it in my soul
Now the end is getting near
I can hear the Devil laughing 
And it's ringing in my ears 

(Repeat Chorus)
Oh ah...Cutting our own strings
Oh ah...Cutting our own strings
Oh ah

A Later Version Was Recorded On Welcome To Paradise



STRANGE YOUTH
Randy Stonehill

I've led a strange youth
I've let a strange youth
And I see things through twisted eyes

Peeking in corners when nobody's there
Talking to bugs on the wall
Running 'round naked and counting my hair
Wishing that I was a large tennis ball
Rolling on by and not caring at all
Hugging the phone but not answering the call

Painting a peanut shell's insides all red
Giving my naval a show
Inking in lines on my father's forehead
Ordering the street lights to get up and go
Or wishing that I could be covered with snow
Waiting for one of my sideburns to grow...oh

Fishing in sewers for golden de'blumes
Playing with boats in the tub
Toking my hookah on grey afternoons
Forming an I Hate Amphetamines Club
Or walking with "Biss" at twilight to the pub
Going to movies and saving the stub

(Instrumental break)

Sitting on street corners life flashing by...flash
Cleaning the dirt 'twixt my toes
Mandate from Heaven: the whole world must die
Sitting there quietly picking my nose
Oh gee, what a shame...that's the way that it goes
Everyone's guilty and everyone knows

I've led a strange youth
I've led a strange youth



STRANGEST FEELING
Randy Stonehill

By the way
I'd like to tell you about all the things I feel
By the way
I think it's important for people to be real
With one another
Woman there's no time for tellin' lies

Still I get the strangest feelin'
When I look into your eyes
I get the strangest feelin'
When I look into your eyes

When we talk
You never seem to look me in the face
When we talk
It's like your thoughts are in some other place
Come on and tell me
What it is that's runnin' through your mind

'Cause I get the strangest feelin'
That you're leavin' me behind
I get the strangest feelin'
That you're leavin' me behind now

La de di
La de di
(Instrumental break)

If I could
I'd like to show you just how much I care
If I could
Perhaps you'd see I'm tryin' to be fair
And make it easy
For you to really open up your heart

'Cause we can start things over, lady
Or let them fall apart
We can start things over
Or let them fall apart now

By the way
I'd like to tell you about all the things I feel
By the way
I think it's important for people to be real
With one another



EAST COAST LADY
Randy Stonehill

Last night
I lost myself in wine and song
Played along until
The dawn's first light
Began the day
Oh, Suzanne
What can I say? 

The truth is hard that way
And the East coast is so very, very far away

I'm sure
This all must come as some surprise
I realize
The days
Have been so few
Since we first met
Lady, I know it's true
And yet
It's not important now
And I couldn't change the way I'm feelin' anyhow

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh....Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh....

The sun
Left golden colors in the sky
If only you and I
Could stay and watch them fade to blue
Woman, I'd love to be with you
All the whole night long
'Cause you just might be the one who'd understand my song



ONE MAN'S BLUES
Randy Stonehill

By the time 
I got to the coast of Mexico
I was hungry
And cold
And I'm feelin'
Old before my time
Like a poet
Who can't recall a rhyme
Like a poet who can't recall a rhyme

You pretty woman
Give me
All your paid for love
And in the mornin'
I'll be gone
I can see by the look
You wear upon your face
That it's time for me to be movin' on
And it's time for me to be movin' on

If I could
perhaps, ma’am
I'd like to beg a meal
At your back door
I won't stay long
If you think you could spare
Some gravy on some bread
I can pay for my dinner with a song
I can pay for my dinner with a song

And when a man's got nothin'
It's hard for him to look
On the bright side of his days
He can spend his whole life
Trying to forget
But he'll never, never get away
No, he'll never, never get away

Say la da da, di da, da da, da da da da da
Who oo oo oo oo, oo oo oo, hoo...



VEGETABLES
Randy Stonehill

Here it comes - comin' atcha...

Slip me a carrot, daddy
Or a squash if you're able
I don't want no hamburger patty
I just gotta have my vegetable, yes

Uh, peel me a potato...
D*** son of a who...
Uh Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh 

Uh, Slip me a carrot, daddy
Or a squash if you're able
I don't want no hamburger patty
I gotta have my vegetable

Uh, peel me a potato
If you'd rather a radish
Uh, give me tomato, mama
'Cause vegetables are my fetish
And...

I Got to, got to, got to, got to
Got to have my vegetable everyday
(Repeat)

Lo...it's no joke 
That artichoke
Is so darn good with mayonnaise
Everyone's digging avocados
But esparagus'll be the craze, yeah

I got to warn you about turnips 
They really give me the blues
If I turn up with a turnip
Mama, I'm comin' after you

I Got to, got to, got to, got to
Got to have my vegetable everyday (Chew on it)
(Repeat)


I get high on hot peppers and eggplant
Cauliflower every hour now
Do not let us forget lettuce
I suck on pickles, sweet or sour

And I Got to, got to, got to, got to
Got to have my vegetable everyday (Yeah, yeah)
(Repeat)

Don't bribe me with no banana
I know a fruit when I see one
Send 'em back to Havana
Uh, come on'n set me up with an onion
Set me up with an onion


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