Parody of Girls Aloud with guitars (that's Coldplay to everyone else), and their crap song Fix You.
Presenting;
Con Us
You're trying to write a hit pop song,
You realise that it's all wrong.
You can't make sense or rhyme with song,
Like back catalogue.
But you don't cry or fret,
'Cause it'll be number 1 even though it's shit.
Like all your other hits.
You're not worried?
DJ's will play your song,
It will win the gongs.
And you will try to con us.
High up in top spot,
You count the money you got.
The albums selling still hot.
You're the latest flavour.
DJ's will play your song,
It will win the gongs.
And you will try to con us.
Cheers coming from the crowd,
As you belt hit out loud.
You pretend it makes you cry.
Cheers coming from the crowd,
As you belt hit out loud.
You pretend it makes you cry.
DJ's will play your song,
It will win the gongs.
And you will try to con us.
