He's a mover he's a shaker he's a real money maker

Spit shine on his alligator shoes

Nobody's knowin'

He's headin' straight for ruin

And he doesn't even have a clue



The Harlem man

Hadn't asked where it's all happened

He's got a window on the 32nd floor

Whoever would have thought

It turns out all he ever wanted

Ain't the thing he was lookin' floor



Sometimes he wishes that the wish wasn't granted

Wonderin' how he ever got this enchanted

Holdin' onto the good life

He can't stand it

Everybody leaves here empty handed



The smalltown beauty queen

Livin' on amphetamines

Hangin' in the Hollywood hills

Got herself famous in the city of the angels

With the help of the devil and the pills



Now daddy was a preacher

Even Jesus couldn't reach her

She's a victim of another disease

She's done a lot of ??

And she's had a lot of surgery

Searchin' for what she needs



Sometimes she wishes that the wish wasn't granted

Wonderin' how she ever got this enchanted

Holdin' onto the good life

And she can't stand it

Everybody leaves here empty handed



Well the cold hard truth

It's up to you

So if you ever wish that your wish wasn't granted

Wonderin' how you ever got this enchanted

Holdin onto the good life

But you can't stand it

Well everybody leaves here empty handed

Empty handed

Empty handed

Well everybody leaves here empty handed