Pop music used to be a young person's game
The best of it would scare the old squares away
If you wanted to be famous around the world
You had to appeal to impressionable teenaged girls

Songs like the one about the wet-ass P-word
Are clearly aimed at older male perves
Which makes sense 'cause they're the ones with money to spend
And fantasise about getting girls on their bell-end

Modern pop songs
Say show me your thong
And shake your butt and wiggle your hips
And shake your butt and jiggle your tits
And let strange men leer until
You turn twenty-five and you're over the hill

They're the kinds of songs that get the party started
And corner the low-budget wedding market
By hiding their creepiness and sexism
Behind lots of totally unsubtle euphemisms

Like feed the oyster and bring the whale to the coast
Slime and banana and have a lust and thrust roast
Park the meat bus in the fishy space
Take a trip to pound town to open the lady garden gates

And the lyrics will force you
And the song will coerce you

To shake your butt and wiggle your hips
And shake your butt and jiggle your tits
And blow some old guy a kiss
Even though he looks like he smells like piss

Oh my gosh look at her butt
Oh my gosh look at her butt
Don't want know short-dick man
I'm too sexy, too sexy for Japan

And shake your butt and wiggle your hips
And shake your butt and jiggle your tits x4