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My girlfriend hates you but I love your stuff.
I listen to it all the time, I cant get enough.
I dig your first CD (your debut),
and Society of People Named Elihu.
And Making Love is fresh, this much is true,
but Redefining Music is funky and new.
And so I crank it up, turn it up,
and pump up the bass.
The packages synth lines are up in my face.
I listen to it when I drive any place.
Up yours to anyone who says Ive got bad taste!
Atoms music rocks, with nerdy soul.
His new-wave-synth-punk is never dull.
CHORUS
Atom, youre awesome.
I had a dream
when I was in grade school
that Rob Halford, he kissed me, see fool.
And I was welcomed to the family with Connor,
it was undercover funny just like a longer
keyboard that Enya played.
So I pumped iron and I got paid
when I owned the Redskins
with the Ghetto Boys,
breaking down the walls with kilogram toys.
And we sang to Madonna, all night long,
I opened up my heart, I opened it strong
to Tim Allen, whos not that funny,
in Philadelphia where I made lots of money
as a goalie, sixteen-hundred pounds.
Chillling on the ice rink so profound,
upside down from here on the map,
sick of people who give me cr*p.
So I put them on an island in the middle of the sea,
and it was just Atom, Atom and me.
REPEAT CHORUS