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Album:
Midnite Vultures
Hollywood Freaks lyrics by Beck

Hot milk, mmm, tweak my nipple
Champagne and ripple, shamans go cripple
My sales go triple, we drop lobotomy beats
Evaporated meats on hi-tech street
We go solo, dance floors and talk shows
Hot dogs, no doz, hot sex in back rows

I wanna know what makes you scream
Be your twenty million dollar fantasy
Treat you real good, expensive jeans
Hollywood freaks on the Hollywood scene
Touch it real good if you want a piece
Party people know I'm that type of freak

People look so snooty, take pills make them moody
Automatic booty, zero to tutee fruity
Sex in the halls, Niagara Falls
Local shopping malls receive anonymous calls

Hot like a cheetah, neon mamacita
Eat at tacoria, pop locking' beats from Korea
Looking like jail bait, selling lots of real estate
Looking like a hot date, banging like an 808

I wanna know what makes you scream
Be your twenty million dollar fantasy
Treat you real good, expensive jeans
Hollywood freaks on the Hollywood scene
Touch it real good if you want a piece
Party people know I'm that type of freak


Do you want to feel this? Do you want to feel this?
Norman Schwartzkopf, something tells me you want to go home
Champagne, bibles, custom clothes you own
Calling up from special area codes

Hollywood nuns with the Hollywood phones
I got nothing to do, nowhere to go
I'll tell you what you want if you want to know
Satin sheets, tropical oils, turn up the heat till the swimming pool boils
Let all the neighbors read it in the papers
Making all those gentlemen cry realistic tears

I wanna know what makes you scream
Be your twenty million dollar fantasy
Treat you real good, expensive jeans
Hollywood freaks on the Hollywood scene

Touch it real good if you want a piece
Party people know I'm that type of freak
Jocking my Mercedes, probably have my baby
Shop at Old Navy, he wish he was a lady

Do you want to feel this? Do you want to feel this?
Do you want to feel this? Do you want to feel this?
Dance floors and talk shows, hot dogs, no doz, hot sex in back rows
You know Hyundai's tricked out in Christmas in July
You know, fill in the blanks

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