[instrumental intro]

Listen to this song I make
Talking like a loon
You'll say, "Give me a break"
You won't get one soon
This goes on forever
Pointless, silly tune
You look good in leather
Why don't you come up to my room?

[brief instrumental break]

Sitting there on your couch
As this song we ruin
Your patience has run out
List'ning to me croon
You're so tired of this sound
Blood pressure; it zooms
Now your head begins to pound
We don't stop; your mood turns to gloom

Some may say
These lyrics are really lame
OK
To see us the fans still pay
Oy vey!
A boring, dumb song we play
You pray
That we'll go away

[instrumental break]

Lyrics here are all half-baked
Fed to you on spoon
Running out of rhyme's; it's late
So I'll use "raccoon"
Does this song end, ever?
Tuesday, around noon
We think it's so clever
You hock a "loogie" in spittoon

Can't explain
Why DJ's still do play
They may
Simply just have no brains
Or they
Like causing you dismay
But, hey
You'll hear it all day

[out to end fade]
[where OS goes "e-yo-yo-yo" substitute, "and here's some more"]
Listen Schmucks
Yeah, this sucks
Makes us bucks
Way too much
In a rut
Drives you nuts
It's a dud
Clear as mud
At least no smut
You say, "What?"
Kiss my butt
I'm a putz
Bite me, bud
Say, "Nyuck, nyuck"
Life is rough
Pointless stuff
You say "Ugh"
sit on duff
we make sh*t up
gee, aw shucks
things in flux
lotsa yucks
hockey pucks
Daisy Duck
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