Make a list, little Lars, never seen a star,
Put his fans behind bars.
Can't you see, MP3 means you're stealing from me,
You should've bought a CD.

I keep my T1 open,
I'm stealing your songs right now.

We're in debt,
From the internet.
Sue our fans,
We're off to Napster-Napster land.

Go to court, close the site, Napster's down tonight,
Now the judge says alright.
Bunch of thieves, bunch of liars,
Steal our songs through a wire,
Y'know we'll put up a fight.

I keep my phone line open,
I'm ripping your songs right now.

We're in debt,
From the internet.
Sue our fans,
We're off to Napster-Napster land.

Now I lay Lars down to sleep,
Pray his copyrights to keep,
If he gets poor before he wakes,
He'll have to sell fries and shakes.

Hush little Ullrich, don't say a word,
And never mind that noise you heard,
It's just a fan making bootleg tapes,
I hope you choke on your sour grapes!

We're in debt,
From the internet.
Screw the fans.
We're in debt,
From the internet.
Sue the fans,
We're off to Napster-Napster land.

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