A Balladeer - Alright, Mr. Demille lyrics

Alright, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up I've been steady out of focus now for long enough Don't talk about my heyday being way, way over Just a touch of make-up here and I'm off I'm gonna be loved I'm gonna be loved L.O.V.E.D You fake it till you make it and you fake it some more then A thing Monroe's a pretty good example of In front of Miller and DiMaggio and millions of men She ate her cake and she got stuffed I wanna be loved I wanna be loved It's my way or no way Or else I just won't play But I need direction A bit of direction Set clear and everyone quiet, please Camera, lights and action! It was too late to be selected as a Brat Pack actor Thank God for Missy Moore I never got the job I could have beat her a** easy at a weeping contest Now the gloves are coming off because I wanna be loved I wanna be loved It's my way or no way Or else I just won't play But I need direction A bit of direction Set clear and everyone quiet, please Camera, lights and action!