If the timing's right    no need to worry about what's right and what is wrong    and if the market's right    we can sell the livin' hell out of your song    cause I know what they wanna hear    yea I can see the light    but just a few adjustments dear    change the way you sing    the way you play    the way you write    and if my mood is right    I'll give you money or support whichever's less    not sure the image is right    I think for starters we should put you in a dress    cause we are patrons of the arts    yea we believe in you and what it is you do    but just remember parts is parts    we'll see what sticks    I hope for your sake it will be you    and if the price was right    I'd sell the soul of my own mother in a shake    and that I can't deny    I wonder how much money could I make    what are you complaining for    it's simply economics    you still got your vocal chords    so get the hell out of my office    and write me some hits,    write me some hits,    I don't hear no hits,    I don't hear no hits...