Took my baby to the Hollywood bowlI was wasted she was out of controlSo I said ‘well I don’t mind’ and she’s like ‘I don’t know’I took my baby to the Hollywood bowlChorusHEY!(2x)I found my baby waiting after the showHe was wasted and he wouldn’t let goAnd I said ‘you can have my kisses but get your hands off of my dough’I found my baby waiting after the show(Chorus repeats)I found my baby, waiting, after the show-Because you sold your soul at the Hollywood bowl.