Liz Phair - BollywoodLyrics

I was tripping looking at my portfolio Wondering how I was gonna make enough dough y'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 ya How 'bout you let me keep my profits as a scorer Record sales are shrinking, I'm gettin' poorer I got a kid to feed, how about 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 of 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 getting a lot colder And you wanna cut a what with me Let me tell you how it's done here in the Hollywood Maybe you was thinking 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 In legal terms, we're referring to this as a recoupable interest In an artist's compositions on vinyl, plastic, digital And all transmittable airwaves For a period 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 fucking with me Oh, it's a bad day for the pool boy Come to clean, and discover you, boy Face down and feet turning blue, boy Now your eyes are closed, you finally have the sight to see It's all mine It's all mine It's all mine