One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
Realize just your size
And believe me
You are no match
For the public
And it's still the whites of your eyes
Didn't you know
That old Hollywood is over
Old Hollywood is over
So why not just
Release the gates
And let them all come out
Remember that we're
There
And we're
Down there
Would be no paramount
No paramount
Let's all hold on
To what isn't yours
Release the stars
Release the stars
Release your love
Release the stars
Release your love
Cause Hollywood is over
Why do you keep
All your stars there
From your studio
On Melrose
fertuus

I was not expecting that
Thank you
Thank you so much
My god