Lyrics

Hollywood handsome! Staring at cherry red lips Heard his voice in surround Listen to the honey drips Feel it make your heart pound Pearly whites, clean close shaved Run your fingers through his curls Horny, sick, and depraved He gets all of the girls He is so god-damn Hollywood handsome Oh yeah, he is a real peach It's too bad he just can't keep his pants on Better fuck him 'fore he's out of reach Not so smart, not so clever Nobody wants him for his mind As for talent, well whatever He is god's gift to womenkind Always carries a mirror Keeps it on hand for a self-inspection The only thing that he holds dear Is the sight of his own reflection He is so god-damn Hollywood handsome Oh yeah, he is a real peach It's too bad he just can't keep his pants on Better fuck him 'fore he's out of reach Now when you see a man in Technicolor You know there'll never be another Not much upstairs but what a body Hollywood handsome Sure is a hottie He is so god-damn Hollywood handsome Oh yeah, he is a real peach It's too bad he just can't keep his pants on Better fuck him 'fore he's out of reach Ooh ooh, Hollywood handsome Ooh ooh, Hollywood handsome Ooh ooh, Hollywood handsome