Paroles: Faded Paper Figures. Limelight.

From the Kid to the Gold Rush
You can see the Modern Times
From the Rink to the Pay Day
You can see the City Lights

From the Count to the Circus
I'm still here behind the screen
One a.m. at the pawnshop
I'm the champion in your dream

Gotta get to England
Someday I'll get even
Washington's a boys' club cabaret
Cinematic treason
If Hollywood's a kingdom
Jesters get their justice either way

In the park, I get shanghaied
In a prehistoric past
I get caught in the limelight.
So bring on the laughing gas

Take a shot at the keystones
take the squareheads to the queen
Water cures for McCarthy
Talking pictures, silent scenes