Had a job working on the radio
Was a DJ for the early morning show
He went to work, wasting time everyday
It's kind of pointless, no one listens anyway
He got paid but it wouldn't last for long
Stuck in a booth spinning all the same old songs
Back in the day, he enjoyed a life of fame
But over time, everyone forgot his name
AM
FM
Radio
The End
Everyday he sat alone in solitude
He played his tunes and became a lonely dude
Soon his lonely days began to cause him pain
And after years, he began to go insane
He ran away, leaving everything behind
And left a note, saying he had lost his mind
It's a shame that it had to end this way
But that's the sad story of this DJ
AM
FM
Radio
The End
I've been texting all day and night with my girlfriend
I'm telling her that if she don't stop, she'll go crazy
My baby's phone is her most prized possession
She's texting me like she has an obsession
Can I have my phone back
I've got to call my girlfriend back
I tried to leave her but she didn't believe me at all
I would ignore her every time we passed in the hall
She spread a rumor that I like to play house with my Barbies
But I'm still with her even though she verbally scars me
Can I have my phone back
I've got to call my girlfriend back
Eating but not with a spoon
Running all the way to the moon
Playing till I'm out of time
Slicing with my forks and knives
Crashing through the silverware drawer
Mashing till my food's on the floor
Screaming out into the night
Hoping that I'll win the fight
Burning out the lights
Shaking full of fright
Now it's time to run
Feeding has just begun
Tearing down the walls
Stomping through the halls
Setting the sky on fire
Tearing the hot live wires
Money money makes my day
Though they say it's the root of all evil ways
I don't care what people say
As long as I get paid at least once a day
I feed my dog 1's and 5's and 10's
But never let him ride in my Mercedes-Benz
I've got some nice wine and champagne in my fridge
And tomorrow I will buy that old Brooklyn Bridge
Money, money, money makes the man
Money, money, money don't need no plan
I drive a low rider that's rollin' on dubs
At night I like to go to all the fancy clubs
My house is as big as a football field
And I like to sprinkle gold on all of my meals
Money, money makes my day
Though they say it's the root of all evil ways
I don't care what people say
As long as I get paid at least once a day
They say there's no luck
They say you could die
But I don't believe
Yeah I will survive
There once was a day
The 13th day
She didn't believe
And all her fears went away
Cause it might be the 13th
But it's all a lie
So I'll go ahead
And step on a crack
But I don't care
I won't break my mom's back
All of my friends
They say "stay away"
But I'm stayin' here
So they're not led astray
Cause it might be the 13th
But it's all a lie
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Written and performed by students of Park Slope Rock School Summer Songwriting Session. Produced by Park Slope Rock School
credits
released July 30, 2011
Produced by Park Slope Rock School
Recorded at Bunker Studios
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