Yeah

Must set on fire
Crap song suppliers
Must cause their death day
Pop crap's not okay

Split all gay boy bands apart
Shoot them in the heart
Care no way
Cos pop crap's not okay

Tell me why
The record companies don't quit
Tell me why
Tools have to record this shit
Tell me why
They won't admit to being gay
Cos pop crap's not okay

I'll check my email
While I'm in jail
"A hero!" they all say
For making pop crap's death day

Gonna buy
A record by Ferdinand
Gonna buy
Some other indie rock band
Must know why
I'm hearing everybody say
Pop crap's not okay

If the cops catch me I'm going to bribe them
With a big fat wad of dough, whoa
I'll round up the people that agree with me
Cos pop crap has got to go

Hello, Sir Jesse
For you, c'est la vie
Goodbye, goodbye, say hi, say hi
To Lucifer for me

Blow Justin's puny brains out
Even before he comes out
Give me the Killers any day
Pop crap is not okay

Say goodbye
To all the boy and girl bands
Say goodbye
To big hand on the small hand
Don't know why
Some people refuse to say
Pop crap's not okay

Don't know why
Them bimbos ain't not hookers
No talent, just good-lookers
God knows why
They've got number ones every day
Pop crap's not okay

Pop crap isn't okay