Dupes of a Disney, frozen stiff
Lost in the Hollywood hills
Where dreams as real as Frederick's
Are sustained on air by pills
Where all the red that's in the world
Bleeds into all the blue
Where film stars leave their footprints
And failed stars join the queue

Everywhere's a backdrop
To a scripted play
A film show of a preview
Of life in Laralay

Life in Laralay
Life in Laralay
Life in Laralay

In Laralay the custom is
For cash to call the tune
Usually a cabaret song
Sung to a neon moon
Down below the fairy lights
Twink on in tinsel town
Where everyone's in showbiz
And snowmen kick the downs
Ahhh, ahhh
Ahhh, ahhh

The palm-tree shaded billboards
Advertise the style
That makes this fair land what it is
A money-making smile
That dazzles as it razzles
The diamonds from your soul
Leaving you with nothing

Life in Laralay
Life in Laralay
Life in Laralay
Life in Laralay