Ask The DJ 1.0

Hey Mister DJ, keep playin’ this song for me
Out on the floor in my arms she’s gotta be
Let’s get it on . . . sccrrrrttttccchh

I could never sleep my way to the top
‘Cause my iWatch always wakes me right up
And since my options had been whittled away
I struck a bargain with my software DJ
I said I’d like this app to be number one
It said “I’d really like to help you my son”
And then I knew that I would have to holler
Because it asked me for twenty-nine dollars

It said to think giant on-screen CDs and
That all the others had imprisoned themselves
It said the beat matching would justify
The colossal mess they’d made of their songs

It said the UI wouldn’t have to be hot
And WildBits didn’t seem to care that it’s not
It could be ugly as a reader’s crotchshot
And all the poor fools who downloaded this plop
Had seen the tiny dancer bounce rhythmically
And then they syncopated themselves
Because the beat matching had justified
The colossal mess they’d made of their songs

Hey, Ask The DJ, I thought you said we had a deal
I thought you said,
“You scratch my back and I’ll scratch your disk”
And I thought you said we had a deal

Well, I told you about the WAFInspec
I wonder when they’re gonna clean up the mess
You know Aussie Boy is still tuning in
Sylvain’s patience must be wearing thin
Because they haven’t run this app in years
Not that anyone but me even cared
And the Disk Jockey has run amok
The rainbow cursor says it’s permanently locked

It said to think giant on-screen CDs and
That all the others had constipated themselves
It said the beat matching would justify
The colossal mess they’d made of their songs

Hey, Ask The DJ, I thought you said we had a deal
I thought you said,
“Her love smells like glue, it’s so real”
And I thought you said we had a deal.

Download Ask the DJ

WildBits — perhaps you should rename your company to “NaughtyBits,” and stop aggravating us with such 9.6ish nonsense.

Posted by ladd at April 21, 2003 07:40 PM | TrackBack