I don't like the script
and I don't like the set
I can't stand the humor
it's tired and it's dry
I dont like the hours
and the big blinding lights
I dont like the make-up
I just want the money
hell no, that's great
we use a super eight
and now we are stars
the talent, yes, talent
you have it and you flaunt it
baby, come and drive my car
got charity functions
toast to friends and foes
and I've walked on so many pilots
I'm up there with ella west, my hero
well cut, that's a take
don't doubt yourself
you do great
you're my star on super eight
the talent, yes, talent
you have it and you flaunt it
yes, they're gonna know your face
