Hollywood Bass Player - Josh Rouse

Let me tell you a little story

Of how I got my attitude

When I moved to Manhattan

I hadn’t even finished school

I was working so hard

Just to pay those bills and stay there

I have my own chamber

No one even merely cared

Time goes running out

I had to make a move

So I picked up the bass guitar

And I played it cool, I played it cool

Then a couple of years later

I’m living in Paris banks

Hanging out with DJs

Following the latest bands

I was working so hard

Just to figure out the close in the hand

Tried so hard not to show it I walked with my nose in the air

The French didn’t want me around

They didn’t like my groove

So I my packed up my bass guitar

I moved to Hollywood, I moved to Hollywood

I had one last chance

It was all there waiting for me Honey, so sunny, Hollywood

Let me tell you little secret

I’ll tell you a little secret now

Let me tell you little secret

I’ll tell you little story now

Time was running out

I had to make a move

So I picked up my bass guitar

And I played it cool

The French didn’t want me around

They didn’t like my groove

So I my packed up my bass guitar

I moved to Hollywood, I moved to Hollywood

So let me tell you little secret

I’ll tell you little stupid thing

And let me tell you a little secret

I’ll tell you little stupid thing