Bit Pop

At the Time-piece mall there was a stone man
Standing at the juice bar, washing his hands
With the power-lunch, timeshares to shoot
He was an Incan god in a power suit

He can't stop with the world eating out of his hand
He can't sleep with the memories of the grunge band
And he starts to recites his mantra:
"If there's one thing I know, son, it's how to play Contra.."

Chorus
Gimme bit pop. Gimme bit pop. Gimme bit pop
Gimme bit. Gimme shimmy soft-synth rock
When you make a lyric I hear it and make the whole thing drop
Now gimme meta-lyrics, lyrics about the lyrics

They don't bring me down

Things around side of my head they don't bring me down
Things around side of my head they never bring me down
/chorus

There was a girl named Cork who met a guildless Ork
And they were gone 'til four in the morning

Keep-- swinging your arms
Keep-crossing your thighs
Keep rolling on the ground when passer-bys roll their eyes
Keep setting those boxes up by your amp
Then soon you'll be the breakdancing champ

If you're Caucasian, black or Asian
Don't cost a dime just to feel amazin'
Just steady yourself on a piece of wood
And stand by the radiator 'til it gets good

(Chorus)
Dance dance! Cause everybody love Japan
I'm drinking strawberry milk with my hands in my pants pants!
I play H-games all night
In the morning I enslave little monsters and I make 'em fight

(Howcanyou) Get down without the night gown
It seems like a waste of time with big sound
Get nearer the mirror you make a shouju frown
And never watch Sailor Moon when your roommate's around
(let's) Get puka; drinkin' sambuka...
Break out your raisonette's hooka
Stairin' at your homework pulling your hair
There's an old fatty dying in an office chair

If I see your Livejournal, you know I'm bound to attack it
My shit is so clever, I gots to put it in brackets
Just like a Botox injection, I keep a stiff upper lip
My mother's a spaniel, cause I'm a son of a bitch

(Chorus)