© Jaimey Perham 02/16/2013

Sail adrift over the ocean alongside Santa Monica pier

Passing by the Venice beach bikini babes without much ware 

Talking to the clowns and poets on the boardwalk of disrepair

Hailing a yellow limo down to the avenue of stars, bars, and actors with a prayer

He is an honest man down in the valley of snakes and black widows

Living it large and working the studio engine with a pick and a hoe

Trying to clean the machine up on the big screen strong and mean

Trying to make a difference when everyone wants your energetic steam

Took a short trip to shiny glittery Las Vegas to play a few high roller blackjack hands

Lost it all, but learned the lesson of the fool who walked backwards on quicksand

Left with a vengeance to make it right and move up the green ladder on the power band

Just need that one shot from that one person controlling the players on the desert land

Got a job as a PA on a big budget flick on the studio lot catching coffee for the boss

Got the director mad and got kicked off the film quicker than the solar sun on icy frost

He tried to be the steady rock, but instead turned out to be the unwanted moss

Depressed, walked to the part of town where everyone is broke and lost

Met a nice hometown woman from the Midwest at the diner downtown

Got married in two weeks and he wore a black suit and she a white gown

Honeymooned in the wine country up north at a country inn on Puget Sound

Returned to give it another chance and followed the scent like a hungry blood hound

That same director gave the changed grounded man another shot

This time he got it right and turned out to be the next Mr. Hot

Made his own film and stared his wife in the action packed dramatic plot

Won the Academy Award and retired with his honey on a real European lot