Starlight open wide Starlight open up your door This is New York calling with movies on the street Movies with real people What you get is what you see Starlight open wide Andy’s Cecil B. DeMille
Come on L.A., give us a call We got superstars who talk, they’ll do anything at all Ingrid, Viva, Little Joe, Baby Jane, and Eddie S. But you’d better call us soon before we talk ourselves to death
Starlight open wide Everybody is a star Split screen eight hour movies We got color, we got sound Won’t you recognize us? We’re everything you hate And he loves old Hollywood movies He’ll scare you hypocrites to death
You know that shooting up’s for real That person who’s screaming, that’s the way he really feels We’re all improvising five movies in a week If Hollywood doesn’t call us, we’ll be sick
Starlight open wide Do to movies what you did to art Can you see beauty in ugliness Or is it playin’ in the dirt? There are stars out on the New York streets We wanna capture them on film But if no one wants to see ’em We’ll make another and another
Starlight let us in that magic room We’ve all dreamt of Hollywood, it can’t happen too soon Won’t you give us a million dollars, the rent’s due Andy will give you two movies and a paiting Starlight open wide!