Liz Phair Follow

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

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

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