Another Day, Another Dollar - Everything But The Girl

I went up to the Hollywood Hills

The sun was shining and the sky was blue

I thought this is no place for me

You can dream what you like this is not my history

This is the place where stars have died

This is the place where madmen reside

There’s a drunk shouting about who must die

What the hell do I know about this life

Oh get me on the next plane home, London.

All is forgiven

Two weeks shaking hands with fools

Well, what a way to earn a living

I went out to see Marilyn’s grave

Stuck in a wall and they didn’t even know her name

There’s just a stone in the vault of the sky

Lay me down below mountains when I die

Now get me on the next plane home, London.

All is forgiven

This place don’t shine, never did and

It’s no place to earn a living

When the top dogs send for me I won’t cry

Though they show me their teeth

My ground I stand, I got my plane ticket in my other hand

So the next day I flew home

No one had noticed I had been gone

Tinsel-town you lost your bet but taught me something I won’t forget

Now I’m home, London

I’ll never bother with a place who’s motto is:

Another Day, Another Dollar

Another Day, Another Dollar

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