I wake up every morning
To the radio alarm
Drive to work and it’s also on
Then there’s muzak when I’m workin’
And in the elevator to
There’s nowhere I can escape to

I hear all these songs
It’s not hard to tell they are not sung well
Overproduced shlock
And they call this rock I’m in music hell

I really like good music
It’s so hard to find these days
So what happened anyway?
Sixties music scene was awesome
And in the nineties was okay
Now good music’s gone away

You say these songs grow on you
Don’t think that I’m not trying

Turn the radio off
I’m in music hell I’m in music hell
There’s no soul no fun
It’s just made to sell which it does real well
The popularity of this crap’s incomprehensible
You all must be sick to call this music we’re in music hell
We’re in music hell

In the music store I look around ask myself
Where did it all go wrong
As a Britney song comes on

I could say that it’s not all bad
But you know I’d be lying

Turn on MTV
Just a bad rondel, I’m in music hell
These starlets teens
Are just an empty shells I’m in music hell
Do you hear that ringing it’s the music industry’s death knell
Gangster rap, soft rock is all a crock I’m in music hell

Eminem and Hansen
James Blunt, Lindsey Lohan
Hannah Montana
And Marilyn Manson
House and Techno
And rap’s gotta go
And those sad sad shmoes
On American Idol

Tried to watch Grammies
And my face just fell I’m in music hell
Not one song excels
They all just repel I’m in music hell
Come let’s all go on strike it is time to rebel
Together you and me can keep the radio free of this music hell

Hear my parody
As I kvetch and yell about this music hell
Want it to dispel
I’m sorry to dwell but I’m mad as hell
When you hear this song please don’t accuse me of libel
These are no lies this music I despise I’m in music hell
When I hear these songs you know that I’m in music hell
Write the CD guys and have an uprising stop this music hell