Holidays, HollywoodnJolly good Sir but I never met younIn your grey Cadillac carnNever gonna see the outline of a starnAnd the windows creek, on an elbow squeeknThat will be for him comin' round the mountainnIn his grey cadillac carnNever gonna see the outline of a starnOh my little lady lies awake in the pinesnSome seem to think that I'm awake all the timenTry to get me groovin' on a blue collar crimenBut a maid in the backroom leaves my clothes behindnBye diddle-eye-dyenNever gonna chew the outline of a pienPie that I owe, and I owenAnd god knows, I owe them to you sonYou came to defy these ugly tears that I crynNow 89, ready to lie downn91, ready for to gon99, ready to go down