Oh no, pop is dead Long live pop. It died an ugly death, By back catalogue.
And know you know it gets you nowhere, And now you know you realize.
Oh no, pop is dead It just gave up, We raise the dead but they won't stand up.
And radio have salmonella, And now you know you gotta die. It left this message for us.
So what, pop is dead, it's no great loss So many face lifts, it's face flew off.
The Emperor he has no clothes on, And his skin is pealing off.
Oh no, pop is dead, long live pop, One final lot of coke to jack him off... Jack him off.. He left this message for us.
He left this message for us. He left this message for us.
Writer/s: COLIN CHARLES GREENWOOD, EDWARD JOHN O'BRIEN, JONATHAN RICHARD GUY GREENWOOD, PHILIP JAMES SELWAY, THOMAS EDWARD YORKE
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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The chorus of "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir" in "Lady Marmalade" is French for "Do you want to sleep with me tonight?" When Labelle performed it on television, they had to change it to "Voulez-vous danser avec moi ce soir" (Do you want to dance with me tonight?).