The Runaways Hollywood Crusin' Letras:
(Kim Fowley/Jackie
Fox/Joan Jett)

Hey foxy' come here
He's too old, Jackie
Probably doesn't
know what it's like
anymore
Hey Lita, I feel
so, um, you know
I know
Let's go to Hollywood
and party all night
Really, it's Saturday night
We'll park at
7-Eleven and walk
down the street
And look for some beef
Hollywood, it felt so good
Oh look at this guy
coming down here
All right
Two of 'em
Hollywood it felt so good
One for you and one for me
Oh, oh
My God look at that
turkey, he's wearin'
a
Just look at him
Oh no
He's comin' this way
Hey
Come on sweetie
(verbal exchange)
No, no, no, no you're too old
Yeah you're too old, too old
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Bye, bye
Hey, you have an
extra cigarette?
(All out)
Oh well
He stunk like alcohol
Yeah I know
Where are all the guys tonight?
I don't know
Sure wasn't like
this in Cleveland
I know
Remember those guys
in Scotland?
What about New York?
Boston?
Oh, look at this guy
I know
(Hi girls, what's happening?)
Not you!
Well
Hey dog get away from me
Oh yuck
Ooh
Hey Lita what time is it?
Oh, ah... quarter to three
Guess I should go home
I gotta get up early,
photo session
Photo session?
God I hate 'em
I wanna go do
something, ya know
I still feel like
doing something
Why don't we go over
to Phreddie's house
and watch TV with
him?
What, Mary Hartman?
Oh yeah
That was on four hours ago
We can tell our mother
We can tell our mother
We're gonna stay at Joan's
Yeah
I want some beer
Letras: Hollywood Crusin' The Runaways [final]