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