The red sandstone, it fell
Right smack on top of sedona arabella
When John Ford said, won't you hop on in?
To the stagecoach, baby, gonna take you for a spin, oh oh

Hey, little Hollywood
You're gone but you're not forgot
You got the cash but your credit's no good
You flipped the script and you shot the plot
And I remember I remember when your
Neon used to burn so bright and pink
A Saturday night kinda pink

The blacklist and it's hosts
Came down so swift and it drove 'em to the coast
We're goin' California, but we're all out of work
I guess that's better than a grave and a hearse

Hey, little Hollywood
You're gone but you're not forgot
You got the cash but your credit's no good
You flipped the script and you shot the plot
And I remember, I remember when your
Neon used to burn so bright and pink
A Saturday night kinda pink

The devil's in a rush
And his duct tape makes you hush
Hey there, Sedona, let me cut you a deal
I'm a little hung over and I may have to steal your soul, oh, oh

Hey, little Hollywood
You're gone but you're not forgot
You got the cash but your credit's no good
You flipped the script and you shot the plot
And I remember, I remember when your neon used
To burn so bright and pink, so bright and pink
A Saturday night kinda pink