| Oh, man! |
| I try to dodge fans but they keep swarming
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| MC Frontalot’s heart’s huge; |
| let’s have a housewarming
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| I love you so damn much I’ll sell you CDs
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| I’m greedy to get loved back like Ally Sheedy
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| In WarGames. |
| I got more sayings and turns of phrase
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| In my communist handbook than in my — damn, what’d
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| I do with my ledger? |
| I’ll never get paid now!
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| That distributor promised me checks but didn’t say how
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| He was going to locate the Front
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| It’s the anonymity I’m a little bitty bit late to shun
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| Hate to run; |
| can’t be tardy to my rally:
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| «Art Must Be Free» is the decree. |
| The finalé
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| Is my lecture on the evils of the R-I-double-A
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| How they’re going to sue you every single time you hit play
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| They’re lame! |
| Must revolt! |
| What’s that you say?
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| Kids are pirating the Frontalot? |
| Oh no, I got betrayed!
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| It’s true:
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| Frontalot’s destitute
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| I need you
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| To buy my CD so I could buy food
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| I been a charity case to my fan base for years:
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| In tears at my show, «somebody buy me a ride home.»
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| Now I’ve got something I can barter for services
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| Don’t let the major labels get word of this
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| I’m girderless, free falling towards riches;
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| Going to sell so many CDs that I can afford britches
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| And a shirt, and a hat to go with it
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| I get specific — ‘cause my fantasy is that vivid
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| I’m going to buy gadgets that don’t do anything but beep
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| And blink, then I’ll go out in public & buy drinks —
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| But it’s contingent on your ponying up
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| Wait, you got my record on Bittorrent? |
| Fuck!
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| Seems like there’s no DRM but I’ll explode
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| Your computer like COBRA done to GI Joe
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| On the episode about computer viruses
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| Oh look, there’s the ledger: overflowing with minuses
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| My spinelessness in the face of the starvation
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| Projected by my cash flow erodes the hesitation
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| I once harbored as regards the tune vending
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| If only the nerd kids' aversion to spending
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| Money on data got inverted somehow
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| I’d be making my way through all the dollars with a plow
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| But instead I’m down on the ground on my knees
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| Begging y’all to believe my CD isn’t free
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| Frontalot needs food badly
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| Is that a popsicle?
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| I — was just, no I mean clearly it’s a popsicle
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| Were you gonna finish it or were you gonna throw it out?
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| Cause… no cause if- I mean if you were going to throw it out
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| Then I would eat the rest of it
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| I was just saying but if you’re not going to throw it out
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| Then you know go ahead and-
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| I mean you should finish it quickly
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| Cause it’s dripping and you’re wasting it I mean
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| And it is- you know it’s lime
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| Which is like my favorite flavor of popsicle |