I don't know where this biazzare ntoion of George Lucas and Steven Spielburg singing a duet came from, but here it is, I don't own either of these gentlement, phil collins or Marilyn whats her face
but I do own a baseball cap, sun glasses and a flannel shirt, which is all you need to direct sci fi now adays.
So here it is, Seperate Films sung to Phil Collins' Seperate lives by everyones fave two directors, (Sorry couldn't fit Peter Jackson in!)
Steven Spielburg:
You call me from the room in your hotel
All full of cash from your latest flick
And telling me how sorry you were leaving so soon
Before that contract was signed for Indie 3
You had your trillogy.
Both Sci Fi Directors
You have no right
To ask me how I feel
Not since the time
You stole my box office appeal
I can't go on
Just sharing royalities
Not now we're making
Separate Films
George Lucas:
Well I held on to my past fame
And if you made a lemon or two
Well you never let it show.
There was no need to win at Cannes
Not now we're making
Seperate films
Oh, its so difficult, fame leds to isolation
So you file that suit
That law suit
So you file that suit
That law suit
On who makes more loot.
You have no right to ask me
Not since the time
You stole my box office appeal
Some day I might
Make another film with you
Maybe on the set of Indiana 3
but I do own a baseball cap, sun glasses and a flannel shirt, which is all you need to direct sci fi now adays.
So here it is, Seperate Films sung to Phil Collins' Seperate lives by everyones fave two directors, (Sorry couldn't fit Peter Jackson in!)
Steven Spielburg:
You call me from the room in your hotel
All full of cash from your latest flick
And telling me how sorry you were leaving so soon
Before that contract was signed for Indie 3
You had your trillogy.
Both Sci Fi Directors
You have no right
To ask me how I feel
Not since the time
You stole my box office appeal
I can't go on
Just sharing royalities
Not now we're making
Separate Films
George Lucas:
Well I held on to my past fame
And if you made a lemon or two
Well you never let it show.
There was no need to win at Cannes
Not now we're making
Seperate films
Oh, its so difficult, fame leds to isolation
So you file that suit
That law suit
So you file that suit
That law suit
On who makes more loot.
You have no right to ask me
Not since the time
You stole my box office appeal
Some day I might
Make another film with you
Maybe on the set of Indiana 3