Pop charts are strange when they’re changin’, yes indeed
Well, I’ve seen you Crank That, and my pants were nearly peed
But I keep on working on my piano lessons
‘Cause I’ve had enough of Beeb[1], Despacito ain’t no fun

Gimme back my favorites
Put ‘em back, gimme a Ritz
Ain’t foolin’ around ‘cause rap just offed my bets
Molly’s a Hatchet, not Percocets[2]
Gimme back my favorites

Trash talkin’ people ran disco outta town
I need enough rockin’ to keep my ship from goin’ aground
I love your body, but not the Shape of You,
You’ll never hear me cry though I cannot hear the blues

Gimme back my favorites
Put ‘em back, gimme a Ritz
Ain’t foolin’ around ‘cause rap just offed my bets
Molly’s a Hatchet, not Percocets
Gimme back…
Gimme back my favorites
Oh, put ‘em back where they belong!

[guitar solo]

Things have gone down since I turned seventeen
Rock was on top, now it seems a distant dream
But it will come back, it’s gettin’ better every day
Tell all those record execs, better get out of its way

Gimme back my favorites
Put ‘em back, gimme a Ritz
Ain’t foolin’ around ‘cause rap just offed my bets
Molly’s a Hatchet, not Percocets
Gimme back…
Gimme back my favorites
Oh, put ‘em back where they belong
Gimme back my favorites