HEY!
Took my baby to the Hollywood bowl
I was wasted she was out of control
So I said 'well I don't mind' and she's like 'I don't know'
I took my baby to the Hollywood bowl
HEY!
HEY!
I found my baby waiting after the show
He was wasted and he wouldn't let go
And I said 'you can have my kisses but get your hands off of my dough'
I found my baby waiting after the show
HEY!
(I found my baby, waiting, after the show-)
Because you sold your soul at the Hollywood bowl.
Writer(s): Matt Hayward, Russell Marsden, Emma Richardson
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