Make a list, little Lars, never seen a star, Put his fans behind bars. Can't you see, MP3 means you're stealing from me, You should've bought a CD.
I keep my T1 open, I'm stealing your songs right now.
We're in debt, From the internet. Sue our fans, We're off to Napster-Napster land.
Go to court, close the site, Napster's down tonight, Now the judge says alright. Bunch of theives, bunch of liars, Steal our songs through a wire, Y'know we'll put up a fight.
I keep my phone line open, I'm ripping your songs right now.
We're in debt, From the internet. Sue our fans, We're off to Napster-Napster land.
Now I lay Lars down to sleep, Pray his copyrights to keep, If he gets poor before he wakes, He'll have to sell fries and shakes.
Hush little Ullrich, don't say a word, And never mind that noise you heard, It's just a fan making bootleg tapes, I hope you choke on your sour grapes!
We're in debt, From the internet. Screw the fans. We're in debt, From the internet. Sue the fans, We're off to Napster-Napster land.