The red sandstone, it fell
Right smack on top of Sedona Arabella
When John Ford said "Won't you hop on in?"
And the stagecoach, baby, gonna take you for a spin, oh, whoa
Woah, woah
Well hey little Hollywood
You're gone but you're not forgot
You got the cash but your credit's no good
You flipped the script, you shot the plot
And I remember, I remember when your neon used to burn so bright and pink
A Saturday night kind of pink
Well the black list and its hosts
He came down so swift
And you drove him to the coast
We're going California but we're all out of work
I guess that's better than a grave and a hearse, oh, whoa
Woah, woah
Hey little Hollywood
You're gone but you're not forgot
You got the cash but your credit's no good
You flipped the script, you shot the plot
And I remember, I remember when your neon used to burn so bright and pink
A Saturday night kind of pink
Now the devil's in a rush
And his duct tape makes you hush
Hey there Sedona let me cut you a deal
I'm a little hungover and I may have to steal your soul
Oh, oh
Well hey little Hollywood
You're gone but you're not forgot
You got the cash but your credit's no good
You flipped the script, and you shot the plot
And I remember, I remember when your neon used to burn so bright and pink
(So bright and pink)
A Saturday night kind of pink