She looked so sleek and sassy,
I’m rolling down Rodeo Drive.
She got her daddy’s black Corniche
And her tennis pro by her side.
And she wants her mother’s lover
To exercise her skill.
And if she don’t score him fast,
She knows that her brother will.
Oh, I wish I were born in Beverly Hills!
I swear I couldn’t drink half as much as she spills!
I want to live it up, get my kicks and thrills,
Be a gigolo lover and send her the bills.
She says that she’s an actress,
Just never got a part,
And now she’s a teenage mess
With a burned out Gucci heart.
She cracked one day at Cartier,
When things came to a head.
And put her trinkets away,
And wrapped her up instead.
Oh, I wish I were born in Beverly Hills!
I swear I couldn’t drink half as much as she spills!
I want to live it up, get my kicks and thrills,
Be a gigolo lover and send her the bills.
She bit like a dog and she screamed like hell:
«You ain’t taking me to no padded cell!
You better take all your hands off my high priced tail!»
Oh, I wish I were born in Beverly Hills!
I swear I couldn’t drink half as much as she spills!
I want to live it up, get my kicks and thrills,
Be a gigolo lover and send her the bills.