My MP3

 

I want my MP3,

To play music for me.

Music for free,

With my MP3. 

 

Want to be one with the kids,

With MP3 to play my vids.

Turn the volume up with glee,

So all my friends can see me. 

 

Rip off artists by the score.

Just like producers have before.

Play that music in your head,

Tomorrow you can steal some dead

 

Artist's stuff.

He got his, enough's, enough.

More, my, me, me,

I want more than you can see. 

 

Music for nuthin'

Vibes for free.

Oh how I love,

My MP3.

 

My Apologies to Dire Straits for ripping off their, "My MTV."

 

Copyright 2000 © Ronald W. Hull

4/30/00



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