Bought a CD that’s crappy
With a single that’s sappy
But baby, it’s crazy
It reminds me of you
And the song isn’t long
But it’s wrong to belong 
To the group that believes
That Pop Songs aren’t cool.
I first heard it in transit
From Philly to Paris 
And they played it on TV 
A million times a day there
And at first
It was a curse 
It got worse 
And it hurt 
And I knew I would burst
It was driving me insane

But I woke up this morning
With the chorus in my head
And I ache for the body 
That isn’t in my bed
It’s silly I know
For this song that is so
Fucking stupid
I lose it 
It’s true
But try as I might
I can’t fight it
I like it
‘cause it makes me think about you

it’s the same 
1-4-5
shuck and jive
come alive 
and the beat 
makes me think 
of an old country tune
and the singer
has lingered 
for years
and his peers
have passed him 
they’ve outlast him
he’s a living cartoon
but he’s singing to me
and that’s all that he needs
one more sap that’s in love
that will buy his little song
and it works! 
I just perk

Jump and jerk 
Tell the clerk
I need more from the store
I don’t know… is this wrong?

I’m a junkie
A flunky
For this shit
I need it
It’s the stuff
That will always 
Bring you close to me
And I love you 
And miss you
And just want 
To kiss you
Like the song says
I’m hopeless 
A mess, can’t you see?

Every listen
Tears glisten 
I can’t speak
I’m so weak 
It’s pathetic
I don’t get it 
What the hell can I do?