Hooray for Hollywood
That screwy, ballyhooey Hollywood
Where any office boy or young mechanic
Can be a panic with just a good-looking pan
And any barmaid can be a star made
If she dances with or without a fan

Hooray for Hollywood
Where you're terrific if you're even good
Where anyone at all, from Shirley Temple
To Amy Semple, is equally understood
Go out and try your luck, you might be Donald Duck
Hooray for Hollywood

Hooray for Hollywood
That phony, super-coney Hollywood
They come from Chillicothe and Paducahs
With their bazookas to get their names up in lights
All armed with photos from local rotos
With their hair in ribbons and legs in tights

Hooray for Hollywood
You may be homely in your neighborhood
But if you think that you could be an actor
See Mr. Factor, he'd make a monkey look good
Within a half an hour, you'll look like Tyrone Power
Hooray for Hollywood
Hooray for Hollywood