Theres a sound comin out of the Nothing like its been heard before And theyre all spinnin round, crazy-o As rush to the music store And buy it and listen and groove a bit Till the song just like it appears Then its gone, gone, gone then its And they remember squat about it Nothing left thats hot it, gone, gone.
Theres a new iteration of beauty Everybodys been talkin Shes the body and face of the scene With the glamour that too loud And America cant get of her Till the no longer new Then its gone, gone, gone, then its And if she owned the market Now its for her to park it, Gone, gone, its gone!
Thanks for me What youre mes So compelling, Im hip to the Your invention got my but theres no retention No on the screen!
a headline parade screaming out at us Every storys the one yet And the sturm and the drang that they at us Are the stories we soon forget Until what do you know, weve them Cant remember who, what, or why Its all gone, gone, gone, and gone Because everything and famous Only here to us, gone, gone, gone.
Fill my brain fluff Make it rain with Stuff inane it wont last a wink Keep it coming, the constant drumming, humming I dont to think!
Theres a thats reaching its pinnacle And I dont even what about Well forgive me if Im cynical But Im just trying to it out Will the network of neurons be Will the synapses me a sign Before its gone, gone, gone? And in case Ive the big one, darn it Hope I catch the gone. If you reflecting too perplexing Wait a for the next thing gone!