Let me tell you a little story of how I got my attitude
When I moved to Manhattan, I hadn't even finished 
school
I was working so hard just to pay those bills and stay 
there
I had my own agenda, no one even really cared

Time was running out, I had to make a move
So I picked up the bass guitar and I played it cool

A couple years later, I'm living in Paris, France
Hanging out with DJs, following the latest fads
I was working so hard just to figure out the clothes 
and the hair
I tried so hard not to show it, I walked with my nose 
in the air

The french didn't want me around, they didn't like my 
groove
So I packed up my bass guitar and moved to Hollywood

I had one last chance
It was all there waiting for me, honey
Sunny Hollywood

Let me tell you a little secret, I'll tell you a little 
story now

Time, it was running out, I had to make a move
So I picked up the bass guitar and I played it cool
The french didn't want me around, they didn't like my 
groove
So I packed up my bass guitar and moved to Hollywood

Let me tell you a little secret, I'll tell you a little 
story now