Way up in the hierarchies  Mr Big picks up his horn  Floats a note down through the lowlands  And another star is born  Then he turns another billion  And he deals a little porn    You're all gonna be geniuses  You're all gonna be famous  We'll all get in the tv business  And move up to New York  Who can blame us  They tell me way up there they got a man pulls  Fifteen feet of chain out of his brain    Hula Hoop    So if you're bound to hit the big time  Then you better do it right  Go on and get yourself a patent  And a healthy appetite  For some overpaid attention  And a lot of neon light  They you too can be a Hula hoop