Theres a sound out of the radio Nothing its been heard here before And theyre all spinnin round, crazy-o As they rush to the music And buy it and listen and groove a bit the next song just like it appears Then its gone, gone, gone then its And wont remember squat about it Nothing thats hot about it, gone, gone.
a new iteration of beauty queen Everybodys been talkin Shes the body and of the movie scene the glamour that clamors too loud And America get enough of her the noveltys no longer new Then its gone, gone, gone, then its And if yesterday she owned the Now its for her to park it, Gone, gone, its gone!
for telling me What youre mes So compelling, Im hip to the invention got my attention 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 they shout 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 everything and nothings famous Only to infotain us, gone, gone, gone.
Fill my brain with Make it with stuff Stuff inane enough it wont a wink Keep it coming, the constant drumming, humming I dont to think!
a fever thats reaching its pinnacle And I dont even know about Well me if Im being cynical But Im just to figure it out Will the of neurons be notified Will the synapses me a sign its gone, gone, already gone? And in case Ive missed the big one, it I catch the reincarnate gone. If you find too perplexing Wait a minute for the thing gone!