SPOKEN: Uh, hello. Uh, I haven't had any experience, but I've written a song that my Mother thinks is pretty good and, and I think you oughta record it, because all my friends would buy it.
(I'm sorry, we're not interested)
But Mister!
(Sorry, kid, that's Show Biz)
While ridin' in my jalopy I wrote a song last night Bet you could sell a million copies Just see if I'm not right Won't you please record it, record it Ple-e-e-e-ase (Sorry, kid, that's Show Biz)
It must have taken ten minutes To write this big hit song It's got a lot o' gimicks in it You just couldn't go wrong Won't you please record it, record it Ple-e-e-e-ase (Sorry, kid, that's Show Biz)
But I've taken it around To guys all over town I gotta find a company That wants to take a chance on me Won't you please sign me And get behind me And let me have a hit I could, I know
Got a cool, cool group Who could back me on the side Man, you'd really flip your toup, umm-umm You'll get goosebumps on your hide If you just record it, record it Ple-e-e-e-ase (Sorry, kid, that's Show Biz) Ah, come on
(Instrumental Break)
But I've taken it around To guys all over town I gotta find a company That wants to take a chance on me Won't you please sign me And get behind me And let me have a hit I could, I know
Got a cool, cool group Who could back me on the side Man, you'd really flip your toup, yeah-yeah You'll get goosebumps on your hide If you just record it, record it Come on (Sorry, kid, that's Show Biz)
SPOKEN: Well, I guess I'll just have to start my own company, Mister.