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Hollywood Freaks

This song is by Beck and appears on the album Midnite Vultures (1999).

Original video
Hot milk
Mmmm...tweak my nipple
Champagne and ripple
Shamans go cripples
My sales go triple

We drop lobotomy beats
Evaporated meats
On the hi-tech streets
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 from 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 bzooty
Zero to tutti frutti

Sex in the halls
Niagara Falls
Local shopping malls receive
Anonymous calls

Hot like a cheetah
Neon mamacita
Eat at tacqueria
Pop lockin' beats from Korea

Looking like jail bait
Selling lots of real estate
Looking like a hot date
Banging like a 808

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

Touch it real good if you want a piece
Party people know I'm that type of freak

Drivin' 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 on all the talk shows
Hot dogs, No Doz
Hot sex in back rows
You know, Hyundais tricked out in Christmas in July
6.2 percent, yeah, you fill in the blanks

Tutti Fruitti
Automatic boozooty
Yeah I'm mixing business with leather

Written by:

Beck /John King / Michael Simpson

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