Took the Continental Trailways

'Cause I didn't have the fare

To get from Cincinnati to Los Angeles by air



The guy who said he'd meet me

In a shiny limousine

With a contract in his pocket

Turned out to be a queen



He could not see my body

Or appreciate my good looks

Had I fallen for some story

That I read in all of the books



But I ain't

Goin' back

To the bottom side of the tracks

No, No, and I ain't

Goin' back

To the bottom side of the tracks

No I ain't goin' back

To Cincinnati



So I got myself an agent

With a roll of dollar bills

And a Beverly type mansion

In the middle of the hills



I was friendly with producers

And was heading out with the stars

I played the backseat heroine

In a thousand different cars



From Cavalier to Playboy

To the Johnny Carson show

To holding up some dogfood

For a firm in Idaho



I've a screen-test every weekend

And I'm constantly on call

I'll be twenty-five next summer

And thirty-five next fall



But I ain't

Goin' back

To the bottom side of the track

No, No, and I ain't

Goin' back

To the bottom side of the track

You'll never get me to go back

Ain't goin' back

To Cincinnati