Bollywood

[Verse 1] I was trippin' lookin' at my portfolio Wonderin' how I was gonna make enough dough, you know Called up a friend who wrote for 'One Tree Hill' and 'Jericho' He had a job for me and check it, with a four-letter company (Get it on, get it on) Hey, I got a proposition for you How 'bout you let me keep my profits as a scorer? Record sales are shrinkin', I'm gettin' poorer I got a kid to feed, how 'bout you cut a deal with me? Ha, hey, look, Liz, we see you as a commodity We've been with you since day one and that's an oddity And after a series of phone calls to the great publishing houses O Ursa Minor, I reached my representative who pulled out the (Contract) From the File Cabinet (On microfiche) In the form of tablets made of stone (Then he said) "Let me see, it's here in my folder Oh, shit, you're twenty years older Still hot but gettin' a lot colder And you wanna cut a what with me?" "Lemme tell you how it's done here in the Hollywood Maybe you was thinkin' you was in the Bollywood If I wanna break the rule, you know I probably could" (C-B-S has gotta R-E-S-P-E-C-T) (C-B-S has gotta R-E-S-P-E-C-T) "Liz, I'd love to help you out But we have what we call Standards & Practices" [Verse 2] "In legal terms, we're referring to this as a recoupable interest (Huh?) In an artist's compositions on vinyl, plastic, digital And all transmittable airwaves for a period (What?) Of no less than six or nine years, in all territories of the Earth The solar system and the known universe" And I replied "Listen here, my dear little Roni Don't you give me no phoney-baloney This is not 'My First Pretty Pony' Don't you know you're fuckin' with me?" "Oh, it's a bad day for the pool boy Come to clean and discover you, boy Face down and feet turnin' blue, boy Now your eyes are closed, you finally have the sight to see" [Outro] It's all mine It's all mine It's all mine Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na