I may be a little kid, but I have been around
Can hear the girls all scream soon as our wheels touch down
(?) kids in Tokyo, fashion shoots in Milan
Then private jet to Madison Square Garden
Thirty six week long tours, ten singles on the charts
So hear my message girl 'cause it comes from the heart
Help me, my parents sold me to a big producer in the record industry
He makes me do things that I don't wanna do
Please call child services or maybe SVU
You gotta help me, my parents sold me to a big producer in the music industry
They took the cash and left me to the screaming ma**es
(If I don't own this I still seek?) dancing cla**es
I tried to run away one time in Belarus
They beat me with phone books so that I wouldn't bruise
I just can't take no more rich kid's bar mitzvahs
Or big sleep overs with Saudi princes
Blinked S.O.S. in morse code once at the VMAs
They sprayed me with a hose, been up for three days
And when my sales drop off they'll take me to a resort
And let rich business men hunt me down for sport
"Hold up I'm just coming in on the song to check on what you're talking about
Don't think of me as a record exec, but a father figure with power."
Help me!
"This kid's a real prankster, this is one of his practical jokes."
It's not!
"Thank you for your concern, but there's nothing to see here folks."
Don't leave!
"That's just exaustion talking. Poor little guy is tuckered out."
Call the police!
"I'll just take him back to the tour bus and we'll get him straightened out."
Don't let him put me in the box!
"There is no box. I don't even know what that means."
It's where I sleep!
"Now we've gotta run before your trouble (Something about front row seats?"
You gotta help me, my parents sold me to a big producer in the music industry
Oh, God please help me take some action
This didn't work out for Michael Jackson
Can someone help me, don't ignore what I said
They'll sacrifice me (not sure what's being said?)