Music shows and movies producing
Are you working?
See glass ceiling
Hollywood could be more forgiving

LOL
J.Lo!
I heard your song this year
Thought it a little too much like “Britney Spears”
Everybody gawks at the clothes that you wear
Boobies barely showing and you wiggle your buns
I just laugh over here
Yes, I must now report this design is all schlock
Your New York brownstone is all tricked out
With no irony, God bless!
It’s so phony, bogus, listen honey, ain’t no question
You really can’t fool us

I may drool at the bod you got
But still, but still, Jenny, it’s a crock
Glamour life is special, you are such hot snot
No matter where you go, journos chase ya (to the Bronx!)
I’m not fooled by this single’s slot
Yes still, yes still, Jenny, it’s a crock
No one wants your record, good R&B it’s not
And everywhere I go, the discs all sit in trash drums (in the Bronx!)

From ‘Maid in Manhattan’ to ‘The Cell’, tough grits
‘Enough’! Your movie roles are just the pits
You been grounded, cannot control the spin
You’re real, so says your video
“No Deal!” I tell The Banker
Can’t fool me
Lookin’ lovely as you can be
How ‘bout some sincerity?

Use ProTools for the vocal onslaught
But still, but still, Jenny, it’s a crock
I look at your middle, you sure have a lot
And everywhere you go, you say where you came from (from the Bronx!)
All bejeweled in the rocks you got
Until, until, they’re on the auction block
Used to be a little thing you’re boyfriend bought
Why don’t you take it home, you know, where you came from? (from the Bronx!)

Say ignorance is bliss
Bennifer dismissed!
Bet you didn’t go Dutch
Got no soul, just forget it
Pop songs got me laughing, kid
Strut your tush out in public
Get dressed first!
We can’t forget, what a deal
You know Ben is seething

Ben was fooled, but didn’t tie the knot
Got billed, got billed, by Jenny, what a crock!
'Gigli' made so little, she’s still lookin’ very hot
No matter how it goes, this song sounds mighty dumb (goose now honks!)

We are ruled by high society’s plot
So still, so still, Jenny, it’s a crock
Photogs drool their spittle when you’re on the spot
Out from San Diego, up to where you came from (from the Bronx!)

See I work hard for paychecks
Struggle with the fam’ly I got, and my debts
If I stuck my own butt out
Maybe that would help me out
Well, that I do doubt!
Just give a smile with the part that you eat with
Let’s make a trade with the buns that you came in with
Best I can do is say “Whoa! What’s with J.Lo?”
Act like you don’t, but you know

There’s holes in the socks I got
And still, and still, Jenny, it’s a crock
Now here is a riddle---where is the spot
No matter where you go, you know where the stink’s from? (from the Bronx!)
Don’t be mad, just a joke I wrought!
But still, but still, Jenny, it’s a crock
She’s a Guinevere in the U.S. Camelot
No matter how it goes, it pays to play dumb (box of rocks!)

We are fools in the celebrity rot
Do tell! Do tell! Jenny, it’s a crock
Had no pot to piddle, but now fill a parking lot
Off to shoot a video, but first let’s count the take-home (all in stocks!)

Don’t be fooled by the song she got
We’re ill, we’re ill, Jenny, it’s a crock
Snackin' on some Skittles, you worry not
No matter what the show, you tell us where you came from (from the Bronx!)