Super Eight - The Brunettes

I don’t like the script

And I don’t like the set

I can’t stand the humor

It’s tired and it’s dry

I don’t like the hours

And the big blinding lights

I don’t like the make-up

I just want the money

Hell no, that’s great

We use a super eight

And now we are stars

The talent, yes, talent

You have it and you flaunt it

Baby, come and drive my car

Got charity functions

Toast to friends and foes

And I’ve walked on so many pilots

I’m up there with Ella West, my hero

Well cut, that’s a take

Don’t doubt yourself

You do great

You’re my star on super eight

The talent, yes, talent

You have it and you flaunt it

Yes, they’re gonna know your face