Took the Continental Trailways 'Cause I didn't have the fare To get from Cincinnati to Los Angeles by air The guy who said he'd meet me In a shiny limousine With a contract in his pocket Turned out to be a queen He could not see my body Or appreciate my good looks Had I fallen for some story That I read in all of the books But I ain't Goin' back To the bottom side of the tracks No, No, and I ain't Goin' back To the bottom side of the tracks No I ain't goin' back To Cincinnati So I got myself an agent With a roll of dollar bills And a Beverly type mansion In the middle of the hills I was friendly with producers And was heading out with the stars I played the backseat heroine In a thousand different cars From Cavalier to Playboy To the Johnny Carson show To holding up some dogfood For a firm in Idaho I've a screen-test every weekend And I'm constantly on call I'll be twenty-five next summer And thirty-five next fall But I ain't Goin' back To the bottom side of the track No, No, and I ain't Goin' back To the bottom side of the track You'll never get me to go back Ain't goin' back To Cincinnati