The red sandstone, it fell Right smack on top of sedona arabella When John Ford said, won't you hop on in? To the stagecoach, baby, gonna take you for a spin, oh oh Hey, little Hollywood You're gone but you're not forgot You got the cash but your credit's no good You flipped the script and you shot the plot And I remember I remember when your Neon used to burn so bright and pink A Saturday night kinda pink The blacklist and it's hosts Came down so swift and it drove 'em to the coast We're goin' California, but we're all out of work I guess that's better than a grave and a hearse Hey, little Hollywood You're gone but you're not forgot You got the cash but your credit's no good You flipped the script and you shot the plot And I remember, I remember when your Neon used to burn so bright and pink A Saturday night kinda pink The devil's in a rush And his duct tape makes you hush Hey there, Sedona, let me cut you a deal I'm a little hung over and I may have to steal your soul, oh, oh Hey, little Hollywood You're gone but you're not forgot You got the cash but your credit's no good You flipped the script and you shot the plot And I remember, I remember when your neon used To burn so bright and pink, so bright and pink A Saturday night kinda pink