Hollywood Bass Player
Let me tell you a little story
Of how I got my attitude
When I moved to Manhattan
I hadn't even finished school
I was working so hard
Just to pay those bills and stay there
I have my own chamber
No one even merely cared
Time goes running out
I had to make a move
So I picked up the bass guitar
And I played it cool, I played it cool
Then a couple of years later
I'm living in Paris banks
Hanging out with DJs
Following the latest bands
I was working so hard
Just to figure out the close in the hand
Tried so hard not to show it
I walked with my nose in the air
The French didn't want me around
They didn't like my groove
So I my packed up my bass guitar
I moved to Hollywood, I moved to Hollywood
I had one last chance
It was all there waiting for me
Honey, so sunny, Hollywood
Let me tell you little secret
I'll tell you a little secret now
Let me tell you little secret
I'll tell you little story now
Time was running out
I had to make a move
So I picked up my bass guitar
And I played it cool
The French didn't want me around
They didn't like my groove
So I my packed up my bass guitar
I moved to Hollywood, I moved to Hollywood
So let me tell you little secret
I'll tell you little stupid thing
And let me tell you a little secret
I'll tell you little stupid thing
Of how I got my attitude
When I moved to Manhattan
I hadn't even finished school
I was working so hard
Just to pay those bills and stay there
I have my own chamber
No one even merely cared
Time goes running out
I had to make a move
So I picked up the bass guitar
And I played it cool, I played it cool
Then a couple of years later
I'm living in Paris banks
Hanging out with DJs
Following the latest bands
I was working so hard
Just to figure out the close in the hand
Tried so hard not to show it
I walked with my nose in the air
The French didn't want me around
They didn't like my groove
So I my packed up my bass guitar
I moved to Hollywood, I moved to Hollywood
I had one last chance
It was all there waiting for me
Honey, so sunny, Hollywood
Let me tell you little secret
I'll tell you a little secret now
Let me tell you little secret
I'll tell you little story now
Time was running out
I had to make a move
So I picked up my bass guitar
And I played it cool
The French didn't want me around
They didn't like my groove
So I my packed up my bass guitar
I moved to Hollywood, I moved to Hollywood
So let me tell you little secret
I'll tell you little stupid thing
And let me tell you a little secret
I'll tell you little stupid thing
Credits
Writer(s): Josh Rouse
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.