Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Buy a CD now, Buy a CD now
Buy a CD now, Buy a CD now

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Buy a CD now, Buy a CD now
Buy a CD now, Buy a CD now

[Chorus, sung by record company Execs]
We gonna, ch-ch-ch-charge when you go to the sto'
We gonna, add to the price mo' money mo' money money mo'
Then we gonna, zip-zap- take the dough as fast as can be
'Cause you know we f-f-f-fixed the price on that new CD
[repeat]

[Syncronos]
They wanna get you in the record store in the new release line
when the newest songs hit the street
And if you like on the air they can play it
in the DJ booth and make you wait for the new CD
Boy bands and girls with their bellies hangin' out
Songs bangin' out, keep the sound locked while the box rocks
We get hot and do spots make the people scream when the show stops
Then we on the new release stand
We gonna charge as much as we can
Topped the charts and we makin' people dance
'Sync to the 'Street to the 'Town to the boy bands
The price is ludicrous (woo)
But the people buy it
And the companies like it
Better take this warning, Them discs are overpriced, homey
See I read it and they said it
had a tight grip, they regret it
They were dashin and then cashin'
Till the antitrust started bashin'
Now they trashin' with 'allegedly'
That's why I wrote this parody
I wrote up a spoof spoof
Go tell Hilary not to be mad at me

[Chorus, sung by record company Execs]
We gonna, ch-ch-ch-charge when you go to the sto'
We gonna, add to the price mo' money mo' money money mo'
Then we gonna, zip-zap- take the dough as fast as can be
'Cause you know we f-f-f-fixed the price on that new CD
[repeat]


[Syncronos]
They try to get you in the nightclub
They be playin the hits that make you dance till you pass out
We used to see 'em on stage at their latest concert
Now they all are just ass out
They used to be taking the big cash out
Now all they do is put trash out
Everybody just take your time
Go online and make a copy of their latest out
People sittin' with their library of burnt CDs
And you know they like to play it loud
We gonna make the stars beg for it
Trying to pass a law trying to make it so it's not allowed
They can take it to the white house
tryna make them turn our lights out
complain 'bout the campaign
We still go'n do the damn thing
What's your name? What's your name? What's your name?
No saunas, jacuzzis
No 'made for TV' movies
No hanging with your groupies
'Cause your sales are lookin' poopy
Everybody gettin' music online (woo) and they aren't buying CDs (d'oh!)
So you're ALL SCREWED! Better go get a college degree!

[Chorus, sung by record company Execs]
We gonna, ch-ch-ch-charge when you go to the sto'
We gonna, add to the price mo' money mo' money money mo'
Then we gonna, zip-zap- take the dough as fast as can be
'Cause you know we f-f-f-fixed the price on that new CD
[repeat]

[Syncronos]
They wanna get it so they raised the...prices up
that's the way to make a buck
Messed up...trust alert
Record company lost their shirt
Download...sales are hurt
Put Shawn Fanning in the dirt
Napster's round? Shut it down
That's how it was s'posed to work
Big jerks, didn't work, can't get paid, and now they're afraid
Napster clones have already been made
Time to sell that new Escalade
I got a song that my friend can trade; tag team, on the net!
See how many that we can get! Now the stars are all upset!
What about up in the record sto'? The music they can't seem to sell
Cable modems, downloads, makin' all the singers say, "What the hell?!"
Oh well, burn a song. Burn a disc- it won't take too long
Let 'em know what they did was wrong. Prices high like Cheech and Chong

[Repeat Chorus and fade out]