♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ No, no golden mile ♪ Or flashing cameras The Ritz's style Just, just scrapbook smiles ♪ There's no need to hurry, hurry When all she has is time She, she, she She's going home, yeah ♪ Between that forgotten ♪ And always alone, yeah Donuts at Sunset Boulevard Sell your soul before your car is paid for ♪ And the only laughing sound you hear From blind men Cause they hold no fear of darkness ♪ With every flashing theater light A startled welcome through the night is glowing ♪ But every mother's son is dead They choked upon the table of bread They prayed for, they prayed for Oh, yeah ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Friends, friends pass on by Friends pass on by ♪ She gives a performance Such a performance They call it a lie Call it a lie Only, only late at night Only late at night ♪ She still sees the traces She sees the traces While the city lights up Sunset, sunset, sunset Sunset Boulevard Angels frame you The devil can take her Unless he finds her She's been there before, before, yeah Play the broken ballad straight An idol from another age is swayed ♪ You're a sop to sing your glossary songs But every other note Is wrong and strange ♪ And once again her glass is dry The bedroom mirror cannot lie Forever, forever Down on Sunset Boulevard They live too long and laugh too hard To love her Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪ Telephone is ringing, but there's no reply The gramophone is singing, sweetly out of time And in the hall, screaming for the bottle safe I said could I ride, appearing for the view The naming lights, the ladies' blues And in her sleep, they call her, loving every smile Lining every street to see her, starry-eyed and wild Again she wakes, screaming for the bottle safe I said could I ride, appearing for the view The naming lights, the ladies' blues Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La