(One, two, three, go)

You've such good taste
It's such a shame to waste
I'm doing you a favour
It's cruel but hey
Might not be my place to say
Somewhere there's been a failure

You've missed your moments in the magazines
You're out of date and out of time
Your latest seven inch sounds obscene
Unless you spin it at forty-five
That stuff you play
It sounds so passé
Don't get me wrong, I like you

But I don't like your band
Your style, your sound
No, I don't like your band
It's tired, not now
I don't like your music
I'm just not into it
It's not you, it's not you
It's your tunes
I don't like your band

Open your mind
You've been so far behind
Your foot upon the razor
Time to get your headphones on
Listening to some cosmic songs
Some Kraftwerk, Bobby O and Moroder (Now let me help you)

(One) Gotta ditch your influences then
(Two) Start it all again
(Three) Buy yourself a sequencer and then
(Four) Let the games begin
That stuff you play
It sounds so passé
Don't get me wrong, I like you

But I don't like your band
Your style, your sound
No, I don't like your band
It's tired, not now
I don't like your music
I'm just not into it
It's not you, it's not you
It's your tunes
I don't like your band

I feel bad, I feel bad, I feel bad, I feel bad, I feel bad
I feel bad, I feel bad, I feel bad

I don't like your band
Your style, your sound
No, I don't like your band
It's tired, not now
I don't like your music
I'm just not into it
It's not you, it's not you
It's your tunes
I don't like your band
I don't like your band
I don't like your band
I don't like your band
(I don't like your band)