I know you didn't think that I'd really run away to HollywoodnNeither did the bus driver or the pretty waitress at the truck stopnMaybe you can call my mom and tell her that I'm fine and that I'm making itnI'll have enough cash to send you for a ticket when the deal goes throughnnAnd I'll be a big tipper and a tabloid queennPass out in the corner when I'm on the club scenenWe can wear Versace and pretend to look borednAnd I'll thank you for support when I accept the awardn'Cause it's a cake walknMaking it in HollywoodnnAnd someday I'll be making it with younnMe and clint Eastwood go to the same bar when he's in townnHe goes inside with a woman as I wait on the stepsnSometimes I play my guitar on the street in Santa MonicanSchwarzenegger listened once and gave me twenty bucks so I would stop the noisennAnd I'll be a big tipper and a tabloid queennPass out in the corner when I'm on the club scenenWe can wear Versace and pretend to look borednAnd I'll thank you for support when I accept the awardn'Cause it's a cake walknMaking it in HollywoodnnAnd someday I'll be making itnn'Cause it's a cake walknMaking it in HollywoodnnAnd someday I'll be making it with younnI know you didn't think that I'd really run away to HollywoodnIt's nice and warm and sunny herenI wonder if it's raining where you are