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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
L.A. Guns
L.A. Guns
Performer
Phil Lewis
Phil Lewis
Vocals
Tracii Guns
Tracii Guns
Guitar
Mick Cripps
Mick Cripps
Guitar
Kelly Nickels
Kelly Nickels
Bass Guitar
Nicky Alexander
Nicky Alexander
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phil Lewis
Phil Lewis
Songwriter
Phil Collen
Phil Collen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim Faraci
Jim Faraci
Engineer
Charlie Brocco
Charlie Brocco
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you like me, won't you invite me?
Take me back to your home
Do you think I'm easy? Would you like to please me
Next time you're alone?
Would you say you care, rough my hair?
Do whatever I please
Will you keep me in style, 'cause you know all the while
That I'm the Hollywood tease?
Ooh, what a lonely person you are, ah
Ooh, without me, you couldn't get far, ah
Let me be rude, do you mind if I'm crude?
I'll insult all of your friends
Never reprimand me, say you won't demand me
Promise that you like all my trends
Will you run my bath, make me laugh?
Get right down on your knees
Stare in amazement at my Hollywood basement
I'm the Hollywood tease
Ooh, what a lonely person you are, ah
Ooh, without me you couldn't get far, ah
Oh, hot dog!
Want to abuse you, I'm out to confuse you
Suck your blood and leave you for dead
Hey, I'm sarcastic, I'll treat you like a spastic
Ignore every word that you say
I'm gonna snore in your ear, spit in your beer
Do whatever I please
When I've broken your heart, then I'll quickly depart
'Cause I'm the Hollywood, I'm the Hollywood
I'm the Hollywood, I'm the Hollywood, ha-ha, tease
Written by: Phil Collen, Phil Lewis
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