I got those Paramount don’t want me
Warner Brothers only taunt me
And the others seem to flaunt me blues.
I got those David Selznick needs me
And though Dory Schary heeds me
It’s my laundry job that feeds me blues.
Don’t give up, all my friends say,
For on a clear day
You can even see Sam Goldwyn.
But with his receptionist I do my deceptionist
And get that, Sorry, Joe, things are slow,
Leave us your name, we’ll let ya know.
Same old cold grin.
I got those - So I said to Zanuck Metro
Thinks that I’m titanic
Back In Butte I was a panic” blues.
I got those R.K.O. for one day
Back to Schwab’s and sit till Sunday
Could you lend me five till Monday blues.
Though I’m terrific, my talent is immense,
Guess I’ll only get in pictures
By paying eighty cents.
Producers' souls are on their shoes.
I got those Hedda Hopper fluffs me
Louella sloughs me
Paramount don’t want me blues.
I got those blues.