Here I sit, in this tres uncomfy IKEA chair
I hear some Steps, I gasp and pull out all my hair
Their computer generated voices
Pierce my ears like sharp, sharp pins
I really should be
Turning them off, turning them off
Shutting them up, shutting them up.......

CHORUS: Tragic
This is even worse than the BeeGees song it's
Tragic
It's over-played
And 4 minutes too long
What's left to say?
I thought they were trying to be Abba anyway?

Tragic
I'd rather drink ten day old piss
Tragic
than sink so low as to buy this
What else can I say?
I thought they were trying to be Abba anyway?

Night and day
There's a burnin' down inside of me
Burnin' hate
With a yearning that will
Seal my fate
Down I go
Sentenced to life for shooting Steps
I really should be
ignoring them, ignoring them
taking deep breaths, taking deep breaths......

Tragic
Line dancing in glittery white
Tragic
Dreads pour femmes and this pop shite
What can I say?
I thought they were pretending to be Abba anyway?

Tragic.....
Worse than the rest there is no test
Tragic......
At least Five can sing live
Running out of things to say
I thought they were pretending to be Abba anyway?

CHORUS

Tragic
I'd rather drink ten day old piss
Tragic
than sink so low as to buy this
I better be quiet
Before the teeny-boppers start up a riot