Theres a sound out of the radio Nothing its been heard here before And theyre all spinnin round, goin As rush to the music store And they buy it and listen and a bit Till the next song just it appears Then its gone, gone, gone its gone And they remember squat about it left thats hot about it, gone, gone.
Theres a new iteration of beauty been talkin about Shes the body and face of the scene With the glamour that too loud And America cant get 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 Your 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 and the drang that they shout at us Are the stories we wont forget Until what do you know, weve forgotten Cant just who, what, or why Its all gone, gone, gone, and gone Because everything and famous Only to infotain us, gone, gone, gone.
my brain with fluff Make it rain stuff Stuff inane enough it last a wink Keep it coming, the constant drumming, humming I have to think!
Theres a fever thats its pinnacle And I dont even know what Well forgive me if Im being But Im trying to figure it out Will the of neurons be notified Will the synapses me a sign Before its gone, gone, gone? And in Ive missed the big one, darn it Hope I catch the gone. If you find too perplexing a minute for the next thing gone!