Bollywood lyrics

I was trippin' lookin' at my portfolio Wond'rin' 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 'bout you cut a deal with me? Exec: 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 CON-TRACT 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 prob'ly could (C-B-S has gotta R-E-S-P-E-C-T) Exec: Liz, I'd love to help you out. But we have what we call Standards & Practices... Standards & Practices Lawyer Scum: 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'tcha give me no phoney-baloney This is not My first Pretty Pony Don'tcha 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.