fed on, uh, Hollywood and Vine It's about girl watchin' ya see, fa days I'm just funnin' in the sunshine Well, of course this is no Hollywood square
sweaty palm reading, a lucky shot of whiskey Now come and rub my belly, a little game of (Paper, scissors, rock) O's and X's Hollywood squares X's and
don't belong in there I got so many ex's and owe so much I ought to be on Hollywood squares Yeah, I ought to be on Hollywood squares Lookin' back over
Game over, you win. Game over, I win. The Sleigh bells are a-ringing, the children they are singing The memories are fleeting, a little game of {Paper
Translation: Dillinger Escape Plan. Hollywood Squares.
Translation: George. Hollywood Squares.
Translation: Strait, George. Hollywood Squares.
I don't belong in there I got so many ex's and owe so much I ought to be on Hollywood squares Yeah, I ought to be on Hollywood squares Lookin' back