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 doubt if the statue of liberty

Ever welcomed more refugees

Give me your poor

Your tired your pimps

You carhops your cowboys

Your midgets your chimps

Give me your freaks

Your whores your harlots

Your flunkies your junkies

Give me your starlets

Mary cecilia brown

Rode to town on a malibu bus

She climbed to the top

Of the hollywood sign

And with the smallest possible fuss

She jumped off the letter "h"

'Cause 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 have this dream

When the time comes for me to go

I will climb that hill

And I'll hang myself

From the second or third letter "o"

When mary cecilia jumped

She finally made the grade

Her name was in the obituary column

Of both the daily trades

I hope the hollywood sign

Cries for the town it touches

The lady of lourdes in her grotto

Saw fewer cripples and crutches

Give me your poor

Your maladjusted

Your sick and your beat

And your sad and your busted

Give me your has-beens

Give me your twisted

Your loners your losers

Give me your black-listed

You know the hollywood sign

The witness to our confusion

A symbol of dreams

Turns out to be

A sign

Of disillusion