Bollywood Lyrics - Funstyle - Liz Phair

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" 

"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