Pop Single Songtext
von The Bug Club

We′ll do it anyway 'cause we′re the greatest
Our little poems rhyme so well
What the hell? I'm unwell, I am hurting inside

We'll write a pop single that everyone knows
We′ll write a pop single that everyone loathes
We′ll write a pop single (a what?)
A pop single, baby, ooh, ooh

40 pounds of premium art
Don't come cheap, honey
Write the cheque, tear it up, hand it over to obsolete pleasure

We′ll write a pop single that everyone knows
We'll write a pop single that everyone loathes
We′ll write a pop single (a what?)
A pop single, baby, ooh, ooh


What's all this?
A quiet section for the dancers to twirl
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
And we even changed the key

Three minutes, that′s all it takes
To look this pretty
What a shame, I'm to blame, I am guilty, so shoot me!

We'll write a pop single that everyone knows
We′ll write a pop single that everyone loathes
We′ll write a pop single (a what?)
A pop single, baby, ooh, ooh

A pop single that everyone loves
We'll write a pop single that everyone fucks to
A pop single, a pop single just for you
And you and you and you, and you and you and you
And you and you and you, and you and you and you