A Pop Song

My record company 'phoned me today
They said, "We're running out of product and we need something to play
Just a two minute song, a snazzy middle eight
We got some AM/FM action in the United States"
Now the agency that handles all my affairs
Said, "We're running out of time, we ain't got any time to spare
Better write a pop record with a modern spin and hook
If the muse don't hit you you're off our books"
"We want a pop song
Write a pop song
We need a pop song"
Oh no
Hell's bells, buckets of blood
You got me reaching for my tranquilisers
Too late to start, it's much too soon to stop
Why don't you book another act to play a 20 minute ... spot
I don't know why everybody is making all this fuss
Why don't you switch the television on, I think I've had enough
Back on our TV the advertising damn dropped me
Here comes the music to sell the stock
It's just a pop song
Another pop song
Well, it's a pop song
Oh no, no, nah, nah, ah no
It's just a pop song, asphyxiate your mind
It's a pop song, it's near all I got
It's just a pop song you can hear every day
You go, "Hey, hey, just give it up today"
A pop song, another pop song
Another pop song but they're all out of class
It's just a pop song, they're hard as glass
It's just a pop song, your radio on
It's just a pop song, keeps it going while you're having ... FADES