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Array ( [sid] => 76419 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Pop songs suck. But not mine! [time] => 2004-12-19 01:26:42 [hometext] => If I wrote a pop song it would sound something like this. It's funny. But not really. [bodytext] => If I wrote a pop song it would sound like this:
You'd all plug your ears and I hope you'd start to hiss.
My sounds would so enrage you that you'd go into a fit!
I will only see your face when you start hit

Ing me and all was left was my cheeks
My nose is three feet back and knocked back to last week
All the dancers in the back are fawning me so
And the DJs all got jealous of those two bit

Ho can you tell me where I went wrong and sold out?
My songs all start to suck now and I want to shout!
My fanbase only loved me 'cause I wore tight pants;
And they were only little girls who couldn't seem to dance

My record lable dumped me and my mom and dad aren't proud
I'll move to packistan and hide under a shroud
I shoulda quit while I was leading and the money rolling in
But I outstayed my welcome - it's a hollywood sin.

So if you wish to be famous, then follow my advice
The preteens are just lemmings: three blind mice
Read seventeen magazine, give your hair a shiny sheen
Put on a sappy face, but really be mean.

Make your albums go platnum, it don't matter what you say
Take it from a star, I know the business. Hey
Trust my pop song lyrics because I know the industry.
I've been here three whole days - so take it from me. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 7 [informant] => Yodo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
Pop songs suck. But not mine!

Contributed by Yodo on Sunday, 19th December 2004 @ 01:26:42 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



If I wrote a pop song it would sound like this:
You'd all plug your ears and I hope you'd start to hiss.
My sounds would so enrage you that you'd go into a fit!
I will only see your face when you start hit

Ing me and all was left was my cheeks
My nose is three feet back and knocked back to last week
All the dancers in the back are fawning me so
And the DJs all got jealous of those two bit

Ho can you tell me where I went wrong and sold out?
My songs all start to suck now and I want to shout!
My fanbase only loved me 'cause I wore tight pants;
And they were only little girls who couldn't seem to dance

My record lable dumped me and my mom and dad aren't proud
I'll move to packistan and hide under a shroud
I shoulda quit while I was leading and the money rolling in
But I outstayed my welcome - it's a hollywood sin.

So if you wish to be famous, then follow my advice
The preteens are just lemmings: three blind mice
Read seventeen magazine, give your hair a shiny sheen
Put on a sappy face, but really be mean.

Make your albums go platnum, it don't matter what you say
Take it from a star, I know the business. Hey
Trust my pop song lyrics because I know the industry.
I've been here three whole days - so take it from me.




Copyright © Yodo ... [ 2004-12-19 01:26:42]
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