Sunset Boulevard Songtext / Lyric

What's going on Joe?

Why am i so scared?

What was that woman saying?

She sounded so weird,

I don't understand...

Please can't you tell me what's happening?

Don't you love me any more?

Shall i just go

Say something Joe.

have some pink champagne

and caviar

When you go visit with a star,

the hospitality is stellar.

So this is where you're living?

Yes, it's quite a place

Sleeps seventeen

Eight sunken tubs

A movie screen

A bowling alley in the cellar.

I didn't come to see a house, Joe.

Sunset boulevard

cruise the boulevard

Win yourself a hollywoo palazzo.



Sunset boulevard

Mythic boulevard

Valentino danced on the terrazzo.

Who's it belong to?

Just look around you.

That's Norma esmond.

Right on the money

That's Norma Desmond

That's Norma Desmond

That's Norma Desmond.

That's Norma Desmond.

Why did she call me?

Give you three guesses.



It's the oldest story

in the book:

Come see the taker being took

The world is full of Joes and Normas.



Older woman

Very well-to-do meets

Younger man

A standard cue

For two mechanical performers.

Just pack your things and let's go.

You mean all my things?

Have you gone mad.

Leave all the things i've never had?

Leave this luxurious existence?



You want me to face

That one-room hell,

That murphy bed,

That rancid smell,

Go back to living on subsistence?



It's no time to begin a new life,

Now i've finally made a perfect landing.

I'm afraid there's no room for a wife,

Not unless she's uniqueley understanding

You should go back to Artie and marry the fool

And you'll always be welcome to swim in my pool...

I can't look at you any more, Joe



Thank you, thank you, Joe, Thank you.



What are you doing Joe?

You're not leaving me?

Yes, i am, Norma.

You can't! Max! Max!

It's been a bundle of laughs

And thanks for the use of the trinkets.

A little ritzy for the copy desk

Back in dayton.



And there's something you ought to know.

I want to do you this favour:

They'll never shoot that hopeless script of yours.

They only wanted your car.

That's a lie! They still want me!

What about my fan-mail?

It's Max who writes your letters.

Your audience has vanished.

They left when you weren't looking.

Nothing's wrong with being fifty

Unless you're acting twenty.

I am the greatest star of them all.

Goodbye, Norma.

No one ever leave a star.