Radio play just depresses me today,
Why is it so 'throw away'?
Lists that you write just to classify this tribe,
When clearly it all sounds the same.
Well I've heard it all done before,
A hundred years ago boy,
Originality is so passé.

Just the same old politics,
Through pretentious affectionates,
My self-obsessive slobs,
The list goes on.

Media press has become an utter mess,
The opinions of failed pop stars,
They constantly try to divert the public eye,
Led by large catchy promises and such.

Well I've heard it all done before,
A hundred years ago boy,
Originality is so passé.

Forgotten genres yet rehashed,
Create the craze, create the cash,
If you buy anything,
The list goes on.

And I will try,
Not to let this get to me,
But it goes on...

Yeah it goes on and on and on and on,
And on and on and on and on,
On and on and on and on,
And on and on and on and on on on on on on!

Oh, I've heard it all done before,
A hundred years ago boy,
Originality is so passé.

If I ever lose my faith in you,
Nothing's good what can you do?
Just may you buy anything,
The list goes on.

Oh, the list goes on.