So your IPod looks sad Just throw it away I feel so bad That I can't help you today Sike I'm kidding I don't really care You can cry all you want Cause your musics not there I sit on my ass Making money from your call You call in for help But don't get it at all You want it repaired You want it replaced It's your fault you bought one You should be kicked in the face Catch it on fire Throw it in a pool I'll call you a liar If you say IPod's are cool I'll have you restore Now your musics gone You say your musics missing And I tell you your wrong Your musics still there It's on your computer Don't worry about that now We'll get to it later You get pissed And start to swear Repeating again How your musics not there Do you have A.D.D? Your musics not missing I told you that once But you just could listen I wish I could hit you Because you're such a pain these phone calls all day Are driving me insane I hate Apple And I hate IPods The moneys not worth it Not worth it at all So your IPod is broke And you want me to fix it But when you call in All you're doing is bitching Just shut the fuck up And hang up the phone Get in your car And begin down the road Turn up the radio Wind down the window Hold out your IPod And just let it go. |