My record company phoned me today They said we're running out of product We need something to play Just a two minute song A snazzy middle eight Get some AM FM action in the Untied States Now the agency that handles all my affairs Said we're running out of time We ain't got any time to spare Better write a pop record With a modern spin and hook If the muse don't hit you you're off our books We want a pop song Write a pop song We need a pop song Oh nod Hell's bells Buckets of blood You got me reaching for my tranquilizers Too late to start It's much too soon to stop Why don't you book another act To play a 20 minute Spot I don't know why everybody is making all this fuss Why don't you switch the television on I think I've had enough Back on our TV the advertising damn dropped me Here comes the music to sell the stock It's just a pop song Another pop song Well it's a pop song Oh no It's just a pop song to fixate your mind It's a pop song. It's just a pop song you hear every day A pop song