I wouldn't be so alone If they knew my name in every home
Given space, it would call on the phone But I'd be too busy
Come back to the old five and dime Cameron Diaz, give me a sign
I'd make you smile all the time And your conversation would compliment mine
I will talk, and Hollywood will listen See them bow, in my every word
Mr. Spielberg, look Just what you're missing
Doesn't that seem a little absurd? Bow at my every word
Buy up the rights to my book And live on a ranch from what the box office took
I'll go and visit the set They'll call me their savior
All of the Beatles was gone Celebrity lives on the moon
But I'll be back home in June To promote the sequel
I will talk, and Hollywood will listen See them bow, in my every word
Mr. Spielberg, look Just what you're missing
Doesn't that seem a little absurd? Bow at my every word