She is history No one will give her a star on the walk She'd have a hundred if pillows could talk Where have I seen her before? Well, she's the face on the cutting room floor Life's no mystery Acting in school at the tenderest age Lit up the room when she walked on the stage Came to L.A. for some more Little face on the cutting room floor She had visions of contracts And thousands of people in line. . . to see her Knockin' on door after door after all of this time She's not sure Up in Hollywood Signed with an agent she met in a bar Laughed when he told her he'd make her a star Where had she heard that before? Little face on the cutting room floor And then, one night he told her she'd never get anywhere In her clothes He says, 'That's what it takes to play movieland musical chairs' So now she knows Goodbye Hollywood Leavin' tonight on the 2: 30 'Hound Sunrise on Sunset she won't be around I guess that settles the score And they'll replace her with two or three more She's the face on the cutting room floor She's the face on, face on the cutting room floor Goodbye, Hollywood, Goodbye