Who repealed it, thrown it all away?
People hittin' steady on the blues,
Now they're crappy, and so ma-a-a-ad,
Woah, gotta let this mucus stay.

Watch this feeble breed as they play their achy style,
Faint at heart, can't do, no way, no how,
Gotta get a bandage, can't shake this bl-ue-ue-ue,
Oh how drama won't-a let the music sway.

Here they go, pissin' on the music.
Here they go, pissin' on the music.
Here they go, pissin' on the music.
With that slime.

When they show what they know to me, everyday dismay,
Beats me, they go wee wee, when they play.
They're so crappy, deep in their pants,
Now, there's not a chance the blues will sway.

And if we're dealin' good to you, why you squealin' bad to me?
They're so numbin'; they can't sing or play,
Peelin' wood, Screamin' lines,
And maybe, let the oozing spray.

Here they go, pissin' on the music.
Here they go, pissin' on the music.
Here they go, pissin' on the music.
With that slime.

Like a laser glowing liver,
Sounding hassles as they cry,
And these clowns are causing rigor,
Pissin' on the happy sounds,
Like a sharp stick in the eye,

Here they go, pissin' on the music.
Here they go, pissin' on the music.
Here they go, pissin' on the music.
With that slime.