We're all actors
I play you, you play me
In this scene of wannabes and abusers
'Cause when the black hits
There's no available light left
You can't offset the dark with illusions

You do rails of blow at the House Soho
And say, "Man, this place is so full of losers"
And when you wait at the valet and try to escape
You get a, "Come on," from some nothin' producer

And he says
And he says
And he says
Ow!

You look like Rita Hayworth
From the pinup in a magazine
I said, you look like Rita Hayworth
I know you know what he means

You're swimmin' with Jaws
And this dream town will swallow you whole
You're gonna need a bigger boat
You're swimmin' with Jaws
And this dream town will swallow you whole
You're gonna need a bigger boat

You found a star map
Lyin' dead in the street
You tried to glue it but the holes were colossal
It's all a rat trap
Full of beautiful thieves
Selling infamy with evil apostles

You know it's time to leave this place
Sugar, this ain't Oscar bait

You look like Rita Hayworth
From the pinup in a magazine
I said, you look like Rita Hayworth
I know you know what he means

You're swimmin' with Jaws
And this dream town will swallow you whole
You're gonna need a bigger boat
You're swimmin' with Jaws
And this dream town will swallow you whole
You're gonna need a bigger boat

You look like Rita Hayworth
From the pinup in a magazine
I said, you look like Rita Hayworth
I know you know what he means

You're swimmin' with Jaws
And this dream town will swallow you whole
You're gonna need a bigger boat
You're swimmin' with Jaws
And this dream town will swallow you whole
You're gonna need a bigger boat

You're gonna need a bigger boat
You're gonna need a bigger boat

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Writer(s): Billy Idol, Grant Phillip Michaels, Sam Hollander, Steve Stevens