Liz Phair - Bollywood lyrics
[Liz Phair - Bollywood lyrics]
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 profit's 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"
"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 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"
It's all mine it's all mine
It's all mine na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
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 profit's 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"
"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 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"
It's all mine it's all mine
It's all mine na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na