Stanza I.
Tween girls, they scream until their guts will splinter
For both JBs in summer and in winter.
We do refuse to partake of their squealing
'Cos it just means that good bands will be reeling.

Refrain I.
Do ya think I'm Disney? I would rather perish
Than be forced to hear their songs!
Do ya think I'm Disney? I should draw and quarter
All these acts that do much wrong.

Stanza II.
That Taylor Swift, she thinks that she is country;
But when we hear her, we are still quite truth-hungry.
She raps T-Pain and does cover Def Leppard;
She is a thief in the guise of a shepherd.
Play Emmylou or Hank or Alabama,
But no pop-country, such as Hannah Montana.

Refrain II.
Do ya think I'm Disney? Would you say those Jo-Bros
Are rock in reality?
If you heard they're Disney and you heard their music,
With those fan-chicks you'd disagree.

Bridge.
Give me my Rush and my Pink Floyd
Or even Styx and Kansas for that matter.
Get rid of that Radio Disney chatter!

Stanza III.
Kidz Bop takes songs that are already crappy,
Then makes them worse so that I'm never happy.
Oh! how the choir does provoke my ears' bleeding,
Until I can't even do normal eating.
They should be purged with speedy trial and sentence
And then be shot and never more be mentioned.

Refrain III.
If you like this Kidz Bop, you should get your ears checked;
They may have already bled.
If you think I'm lying, you should know music's dying;
In fact, it may be truly dead.

(Ad lib and fade)