Hollywood Trash

Playing chess on a checkerboard And drinking beer from a liquor store Watching people as they smoke cigars In their motor cars just like the movie stars And it seems to me I got a few things going But it seems to me That the money ain't showing Cigarettes and magazines They pass the time for a guy like me Drawing pictures on a concrete wall Of limousines and a disco ball And it seems to me I got a few things going But it seems to me That the money ain't showing I awake in the middle of the day To find my life slipping away To the sound of the strangers laugh As he turns his nose to the flannel trash I smiled as I walked away And tipped my hat as if to say Hollywood will call me back someday