Hollywood Bowl

Hey
Hey
Took my baby to the Hollywood bowl
I was wasted, she was out of control
So I said, «Well I don’t mind.» and she’s like, «I don’t know.»
I took my baby to the Hollywood bowl
Hey
Hey
I found my baby waiting after the show
He was wasted and he wouldn’t let go
And I said, «You can have my kisses but get your hands off of my dough.»
I found my baby waiting after the show
Hey
Hey
Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh
Because you sold your soul at the Hollywood Bowl