It looks like love
It feels like love
And I confess it’s got me rocking on my heels like love
How else can I account for that unexpected glow
That turns the night to day each time we say hello
Land of stardust land of glamour
Hollywood, Hollywood
Land of stardust and land of glamour
Vistavision and Cinerama
Everyone considers it a must
To get to Hollywood or bust
words by Paul Francis Webster, music by Irving Aaronson, 1950, Adapted from Rosa’s waltz: Sobre los olas (“Over the Waves”)
When you are in love
It’s the loveliest night of the year
Stars twinkle above
And you almost can touch them from here