Hollywood Boulevard

The messiahs of the Milk Bar, hellraisers to the end

Had a drop too many in a toast to all their friends

Movie stars and writers are present, A to Z

Now these ain't common people, they're personalities

And they've all got a story, ohoh

Tattle talk from Tinseltown, ohoh ("Yeah, yeah, look at that, yeah...")

Some of them survivors, ohohoh

Others gone to ground

There's Brendan B and Hunter T, what's a poet got to say?

Hunter's looking for a story about the IRA

And Lenny isn't laughing, he nearly lost his life

Transsexual from the Transvaal slipped in as his wife

It's a star-studded scandal, ohoh

So raise your glass, my friend, ohoh

The messiahs of the Milk Bar, ohohoh

Hellraisers to the end

"The rose garden is already littered with my victims..."

And they've all got a story, ohoh

Tattle talk from Tinseltown, ohoh

Some of them survivors, ohohoh

Others gone to ground

Bukowski wants to talk, but he's had too much to drink

Threw up in the piano 'cause he thought it was the sink

Little Richard and Sal Dali singing out of key

Both hallucinated, the Sandoz was for free

Osbourne's at a party, Colin Wilson's on the line

Saying, "Listen, Johnny Baby, that catchphrase is mine"

Flynn and Reed in conversation, renowned throughout the land

Used a calculator, work out who's the better man

Now Errol's got the looks, and Ollie's got the strength

One is talking numbers, and the other's talking length

Fatty's feeling frisky, orders more champagne

Women run out screaming, "Oh no, not again!"

And they've all got a story, ohoh

Tattle talk from Tinseltown, ohoh

Some of them survivors, ohohoh

Others gone to ground

It's a star-studded scandal, ohoh

So raise your glass, my friend, ohoh

The messiahs of the Milk Bar, ohohoh

Hellraisers to the end

The messiahs of the Milk Bar, ohohoh

Hellraisers to the end

"There's out, and there's out."