Soon my friend with the stars in his eyes
Is coming back to the green
After what he has seen
Fifteen years for the magic to break
And the message to sink in
Now he is thinking
Just can't take it no more
The big screen's gotten so small
To somebody's Porsche
He's gotta clean with a mop
This is not the top he was dreaming of
He was dreaming of
And he feels, and he feels like tumbleweed in Tinseltown
And he feels, yes he feels like tumbleweed in Tinseltown
God save the Queen
Says he's gonna get back his cross of burning gold
Says he's gonna take back his arrows of desire
But the dark satanic mills are just the same
And the greedy old crows are still playing their same old games
But he feels, but he feels like tumbleweed in Tinseltown
And he feels, yes he feels like tumbleweed in Tinseltown
God save the Queen
Tumbleweed in Tinseltown
Tumbleweed in Tinseltown
Tumbleweed in Tinseltown
Tumbleweed in Tinseltown
Could have been Johnny Depp
If he just had the chance, to advance
Could have been working with Spielberg
Get your fiddle and dance
Dance, dance, dance
At the burger joint they say what's the point
In Tinseltown, Tinseltown
At the restaurant, living for tips
Tumbleweed in Tinseltown
Tumbleweed in Tinseltown
Tumbleweed in Tinseltown