Pop hits, like a nursery rhyme
They'll seep into your mind
You'll never leave behind
Pop hits, hear the master's voice
'Cause you don't have a choice
I'll pick out my Rolls Royce
Pop hits, a virus in your ear
The song you long to hear
Will never disappear
Pop hits, hear the machine
Of the futurist regime
Pop hits, music is a steal
And you think it's real
But it's no big deal
Pop hits, will float around your brain
You must hear it again
Or you will go insane
Pop hits, I'm in my underwear
And all you can do is stare
As if I really care
Pop hits, almost as good as s**
Until you hear the next
Pop hits, the beat goes on and on
As if it were a song
That you knew all along
Pop hits, they're plastic and they're fake
But still they make you ache
To be force-fed cake
Pop hits, it's lurid and it's sick
Because it's just a trick
Designed to make you sick
Pop hits, almost as good as s**
Until you hear the next
Pop hits