Camera One

The sandy haired son of Hollywood Lost his faith in all that's good Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock Hung his clothes on the shower rod But he never got undressed And no, he never made a mess It's funny how life turns out The odds of faith in the face of doubt Camera One closes in The soundtrack starts The scene begins You're playing you now You're playing you now You're playing you now You're playing you now You're playing you now Take a bow