King of Hollywood - Eagles

Well, he sits up there on his leatherette

Looks through pictures of the ones that he hasn’t had yet

When he thinks he wants a closer look

He gets out his little black telephone book

He’s calling, calling, calling

He’s calling, calling, calling

He’s calling, calling, calling

He’s calling

Come sit down here beside me, honey

Let’s have a little heart to heart

Now look at me and tell me, darling

How badly do you want this part?

Are you willing to sacrifice?

And are you willing to be real nice?

All your talent and my good taste

I’d hate to see it go to waste

We gon' get you an apartment, honey

We gon' get you a car

(Yeah, we’re going to take care of you, darling)

We gon' make you a movie star

For years I’ve seen 'em come and go

He says, «I've had 'em all, ya know.»

I handled everything in my own way

I made 'em what they are today

After 'while nothing was pretty

After 'while everything got lost

Still, his Jacuzzi runneth over

Still he just couldn’t get off

He’s just another power junky

Just another silk scarf monkey

You’d know it if you saw his stuff

The man just isn’t big enough