Pop Song
I'm a video man
With an audio smile
Got a radio spot
With Spaghettio style

I'll sing this pop song
It's lame and we all know it
But there's no way
The company's going to blow it
On a good song
So I'll put my axe away
And I'll sing the same old pop song
'til my lame-o and pretendo dying day

In your electric dream
I play synthetic lies
Anaesthetic cure
For your cynical eyes

And I'll sing my pop song
With words that aren't worth mention
'Cause there's no way
You would have paid attention
To a good song
You just want one that's okay
So I'll sing the same old pop song
'til my lame-o and pretendo dying day

All words and music © 1990 Redundant Steaks

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