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The sandy haired son of Hollywood Lost his faith in all that's good Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock Hung his clothes on the shower rod But he never got undressed And no, he never made a mess It's funny how life turns out The odds of faith in the face of doubt Camera One closes in The soundtrack starts The scene begins You're playing you now You're playing you now You're playing you now You're playing you now You're playing you now Take a bow Take a bow The trophy wife from Palisades Whose yearbook beauty never fades Sits and watches the sea fold in And wonders what might have been If she could ever have the chance Would she do it all again? It's funny how life turns out The odds of faith in the face of doubt Camera One closes in The soundtrack starts The scene begins You're playing you now You're playing you now You're playing you now You're playing you now You're playing you now Take a bow Take a bow On the corner By his streets He sits in his lawnchair In the heat Sightseers see What they want They're selling star-maps To the sun The sunny-haired son of Hollywood Lost his faith in all that's good Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock Hung his clothes on the shower rod But he didn't get undressed And no, he didn't seem depressed It's funny how life turns out The odds of faith in the face of doubt Camera One closes in The soundtrack starts The scene begins You're playing you now You're playing you now You're playing you now You're playing you now You're playing you now You're playing you now You're playing you now Take a bow Take a bow Take a bow Take a bow