(Dory Previn)
You know the Hollywood sign
That stands in the Hollywood hills
I don't think the Christ of the Andes
Ever blessed so many ills
The Hollywood sign seems to smile
Like it's constantly saying, Cheese
I don't think the Statue of Liberty
Ever welcomed more refugees
Give me your poor, your tired, your pimps
Your car-hops, your cowboys, your midgets, your chimps
Give me your freaks, give me your flunkeys
Your starlets, your whores, give me your junkies
Mary Cecilia Brown
Rode to town on the Malibu bus
She climbed to the top of the Hollywood sign
And with the smallest possible fuss
She jumped off the letter 'H'
Because she did not become a star
She died in less than a minute and a half
She looked a bit like Hedy Lamarr
Sometimes I get this dream
That when the time comes for me to go
I'll climb that hill and hang myself
From the second or third letter 'O'
When Mary Cecilia jumped
She finally made the grade
Her name was in the obituary columns
Of both of the daily trades
I hope the Hollywood sign
Cries for the town that it touches
The Lady of Lourdes in her grotto
Saw fewer cripples and crutches
Give me your poor, your maladjusted
Your sad, your sick, your beat, your busted
Give me your has-beens, give me your twisted
Your loners, your losers, give me your blacklisted
You know the Hollywood sign
The witness to our confusion
A symbol of dreams turns out to be
The sign of disillusion
(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)