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