Make a list, little Lars, never seen a star
Put his fans behind bars
Can't you see, MP3 means you're stealing from me
You should've bought a CD

I keep my T1 open
I'm stealing your songs right now

We're in debt
From the internet
Sue our fans
We're 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 a wire
Y'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
We're off to Napster-Napster land

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

Hush little Ulrich, don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just a fan 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 the fans
We're off to Napster-Napster land