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Capped teeth and caesar salad Healthy Beverly Hills No booze and no red meat You have to stay petite You're allowed to bonk But keep off the plonk Out here everyone's lala That's why it's called LA Go wild once in a while With a large chamomile I'll email you and have a nice day Botox, Ashtanga yoga Starstruck Beverly Hills Where every woman shops Till her chauffer drops When her bosoms droop Fifty surgeons swoop Waiter, she'll take the yogurt And a cold Pеrrier She's eatеn nothing fried Since the old queen died Let's stay in touch and have a nice day "Hello. Tyler King's desk." "Oh, hello. Can I speak to Tyler, please?" "No, I'm afraid he's going over the weekend grosses and the Hollywood Reporter If you'd like to leave a message, we'll get right back to you Thanks for calling. Have a nice day." "Ugh." Capped teeth and caesar salad Unreal Beverly Hills A sixty year old man Behaves like Peter Pan Wears a baseball cap Buys his clothes from Gap No one's left in the closet No big deal to be gay Both men and women go In search of Russell Crowe I'll have to run now Have a nice day I'll call you back and have a nice day