MEDS (Medicated Electronic Dance Music)
Pardon me
But you look like you're on vacation
No other excuse
For not taking your medication
These bingo pills
Will put the stars back in your eyes
All those pulsing bongo drums
Are fully synthesized
Look sharp!
There's an artist in the spotlight
Don't miss those harem pants
In the UV bright
Takes hours to perfect that groovy facial hair
Make music?
What?
There is no time to spare!
Killing that play-button solo
He takes his vinyl on mono
Nothing grooves as sick
As sick as a
MacBook Pro
It's all in the shades
In the software, bro
Why you practice so much,
In the lane so slow?
It's all in the shades
In the software, bro
Why you practice so much,
Stuck in the lane so slow?
Can't you see you're doing it all wrong
Breaking a sweat on that forgotten song
Take these MEDs now
Or drink up quick
'Cause you are making
Me quite sick,
With all this talk
Ofmusic
Music!
(Groove)
Wooo...
(Groove)
We're all in Ibiza now
Gosh it's so full of talent
We're playing gigs every night -
Hey, isn't that your department?
The bees come a-buzzin',
Oh look at that honey
Your groupie girls sure never
Had that much money
You sure are one hell of a peculiar bird
Mr. Parker?
Who?
No, I never heard
Could he keep this up,
This one-man gig?
I should sample him
I could make him big
Can't wait to be number one
Stepping dub is so much fun
Don't mess with me,
No dont mess with me
'Cause I'm a loaded gun
It's all in the shades
In the software, bro
Why you practice so much,
In the lane so slow?
It's all in the shades
In the software, bro
Why you practice so much,
Stuck in the lane so slow?
Can't you see you're doing it all wrong
Breaking a sweat on that forgotten song
Take these MEDs now
Or drink up quick
'Cause you are making
Me quite sick,
With all this talk
Of music
You make me sick, I make music
You make me, you make me,
You make me, you make me
(Groove)
Sick!
(Solo)
You make me sick, I make music!