Handsome and reliable, His hand controls the fate of this whole crew His assistants are so pliable, Whatever this thing takes That's what they'll do When he rises he'll pause and pray, That from the morning 'till the end of the day He's never gonna have to say Hold the roll Get control The water gag is ready, all the actors Have their action, and their marks Lock it up, he says And things are tight beneath the bright Electric arcs What's that moving in the back The dolly's fallen off it's track Somebody's gonna get the sack Hold the roll Get control The overtime is mounting The producer's hand is curled into a fist Our fearless leader's edging closer To the dreaded do-not-contact list We only need to get one take There will not be another break The camera's tumbled into the lake Hold the roll Get control