Hula Hoop

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