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blub... ^^ just read it:

Smells Like Nirvana
by Al Yankovic

Lyrics:

What is this song all about?
Can't figure any lyrics out
How do the words to it go?
I wish you'd tell me, I don't know
Don't know, don't know, don't know, oh no
Don't know, don't know, don't know...

Now I'm mumblin' and I'm screamin'
And I don't know what I'm singin'
Crank the volume, ears are bleedin'
I still don't know what I'm singin'
We're so loud and incoherent
Boy, this oughta bug your parents
Yeah

It's unintel-ligible
I just can't get it through my skull
It's hard to bargle nawdle zouss
With all these marbles in my mouth
Don't know, don't know, don't know, oh no
Don't know, don't know, don't know...

Well, we don't sound like Madonna
Here we are now, we're Nirvana
Sing distinctly? We don't wanna
Buy our album, we're Nirvana
A garage band from Seattle
Well, it sure beats raising cattle
Yeah

And I forgot the next verse
Oh well, I guess it pays to rehearse
The lyric sheet's so hard to find
What are the words? Oh, nevermind
Don't know, don't know, don't know, oh no
Don't know, don't know, don't know...

Well, I'm yellin' and we're playin'
But I don't know what I'm sayin'
What's the message I'm conveyin'?
Can you tell me what I'm sayin'?
So have you got some idea?
Didn't think so -- Well, I'll see ya
Sayonara, sayonara
Ayonawa, odinawa
Odinaya, yodinaya
Yaddayadda, yaaahyaaah
Ayaaaaaah!

und da nochma metallica enter sandman (enter napster)


Make a list
Little Lars
Never seen a scar
Put his fans behind bars
Can't you see
MP3
Man you're stealin from me
You shoulda bought a CD

I keep my keyword open
I'm stealing your songs right now

We're in debt
From the internet
Sue our fans
Off to Napster Napster Land

Go to court
Close the site
Napster's down tonight
Now the judge says "alright"
Bunch of thieves
Bunch of liars
Steal our songs through the wire
You know we'll put up a fight

I keep my phone line open
I'm ripping your songs right now

We're in debt
From the internet
Sue our fans
Off to Napster Napster Land

Now I lay Lars down to sleep
I pray his copyrights to keep
If he gets poor before he wakes
He'll have to sell fries and shakes.

Hush little Larie, don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the fans making bootleg tapes
I hope you choke on your sour grapes

We're in debt
From the internet
Screw the fans
We're in debt
From the internet
Sue our fans
Off to Napster Napster Land