It's time to sign the dotted line
You've just enough street cred
You got songs for all occasions and you sing what's needing said
Now don't worry 'bout your earnings
They're safe underneath the bed
In the mattress like you asked us
Minus ninety-five percent
Mister Sullivan was wondering could you tone the language down?
Change the meaning of the lyrics
Choose a more appealing sound
Jump through the hoops provided
Balance biscuits on your nose
Maybe wear a shiny costume instead of normal clothes
Yes sir there's fearsome competition
You best do as we say
Swallowing scare tactics the order of the day
Have all the rivals fighting for their moment in the sun
Count the votes and send 'em all into oblivion
The wannabe celebrities are aching for a break
They'll do anything to get there though their dignity's at stake
There's nothing I would buy from them or even take for free
Their just a bunch of puppets but that's show business baby
Mister One Hundred Million I know you're a busy man
But I booked the Albert Hall can you help me with my plan?
Do you see that grand piano on the stage as is the norm?
Well you're so goddamn special
Get out there and perform