Kidz Bop does make ears bleed;
I myself have felt the pain.
They scream for the money
That the record labels gain.

If they long to make one song
By Barry Manilow,
I'm excused to heavily puke
Three times before the cock crows.

Their covers of the classics
Won't stand the test of time;
And furthermore, I'm not quite sure
They'll even get each rhyme.

Can't stand their singing--I mean their screaming?
I bet you surely are.
I will find lots of allies
Against Kidz Bop to war.

Kidz Bop sucks!

(Solo)

Within their studio they jump,
Screaming out lyrics,
While the men at the labels
Count up how much they have made.
High-pitched and whiny, their voices
Sound like Hell itself.
Kidz Bop makes Bieber sound like Pavarotti
Or other virtuosic men.

(Solo)

Let's wage the war 'gainst Kidz Bop today!
We'll destroy their strongholds of greed in ev'ry way.
If they say that they'll employ us,
They really want to destroy us.
Let good songs begin again.

(Solo)

They want our lives and our money,
But they can't outgun me.
Next CD...last CD.
Paid by the unwitting, on music they're sh*tting.
This CD...no more CDs!

(Solo)

Fill the coffers with musical clunkers;
Just because they say one thing
Doesn't mean they want nothing else.
Next thing you know, they've drained our sanity.
I know what I've heard; it makes me scream
Of the bleeding ears
And the lack of good young singers,
Prodigy voices,
Young virtuosos.
Kidz Bop, you are lying.
Next thing you know, you've drained our sanity.