Jason Rubero: Music
The Hit (2011)
Let us be clear
We simply don't hear a hit
We do not like your record
One little bit
Where is the bonus that we promised our wives?
We all live such comfortable lives that depend upon
The sweet saccharin songs that drip
From your pen...
Our lawyers and accountants will be so cross
Think of all the revenue that will be lost
If you don't rescind your poisonous pen
And write something that is snappy again
Our calculations show the record you've submitted
Has insufficient R.O.I.
We want to feel happy, we want to feel good
We want to bathe in champagne, if only you would
Write us another really big hit song
One that's 20 albums long...
We want to seek tax shelters each week
Under your generous reign
Money and blow and silver spoons up our nose
If you'll just change
If you don't choose a more popular muse
The bean counters are clear - we're all gonna lose
Our software shows the music you've submitted
Promises no R.O.I.
We want to feel happy, we want to feel good
We want to roll in the green, if only you would
Write us another really big hit song
One that's 30 albums long
We want to feel happy, but you make us feel blue
We want to brush our teeth with cognac, so how about it you
Write us another really big hit song
One that's 40 albums long