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 pa**er-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 sh** 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 b**h (Chorus)