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 sex 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 sex Until you hear the next Pop hits