The Eagles

Well he sits up there on his leatherette
Looks through pictures of the ones that he hasnt had yet
When he thinks he wants a closer look
He gets out his little black telephone book
(Hes calling, calling, calling)
(Hes calling, calling, calling)
(Hes calling, calling, calling)
(Hes calling)
Come sit down here beside me honey
Lets have a little heart to heart
Now look at me and tell me darling
How badly do you want this part?
Are you willing to sacrifice?
And are you willing to be real nice?
All your talent and my good taste
Id hate to see it go to waste
We gonna get you an apartment, honey
We gonna get you a car
Yeah, we gonna take care of you darling
We gonna make you a movie star
For years Ive seen em come and go
He says, "Ive had em all, you know"
I handled everything in my own way
I made em what they are today
After a while, nothing was pretty
After a while, everything got lost
Still his jacuzzi runneth over
Still he just couldnt get off
Hes just another power junky
Just another silk-scarf monkey
Youd know it if you saw his stuff
The man just isnt big enough
[ King of Hollywood Lyrics ]