Tekst Utworu

You've such a good taste, it's such a shame to waste I'm doing you a favor It's cruel but hey, might not be my place to say Somewhere there's been a failure You've missed your moment in the magazines You're out of date and out of time Your latest 7 inch sounds obscene Unless you spin it at 45 That stuff you play, it sounds so passé Don't get me wrong, I like you But I don't like your band, your style, your sound No, I don't like your band, it's tired, not now I don't like your music, I'm just not into it It's not you, it's not you, it's your tunes I don't like your band Open your mind, you've been so far behind Your foot upon the razor Time to get your headphones on Listening to some cosmic songs Some Kraftwerk, Bobby O and Moroder Now let me help you 1, gotta ditch your influences then 2, start it all again 3, buy yourself a sequencer and then 4, let the games begin That stuff you play it sounds so passé Don't get me wrong, I like you But I don't like your band, your style, your sound No, I don't like your band, it's tired, not now I don't like your music, I'm just not into it It's not you, it's not you, it's your tunes I don't like your band I feel bad, I feel bad, I feel bad, I feel bad, I feel bad I feel bad, I feel bad, I feel bad I don't like your band, your style, your sound No, I don't like your band, it's tired, not now I don't like your music, I'm just not into it It's not you, it's not you, it's your tunes I don't like your band I don't like your band I don't like your band I don't like your band I don't like your band
Writer(s): Karen Ann Poole, Anne Lilia Berge Strand, Paul Richard Epworth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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