The Whistler Got Sober… And Turned the Noobies Pop
Really do mind, if you sit this one out
As they say in Genesis forums every day
“Fans will drool over all they’ve ever done”
So stick with us here, we noobies pray
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
The largest posting forum on the face of the earth
Makes we want to love the moodies’ fans
Who made us the biggest name in the biz
Even after the sh*t hit the fan
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
CRAP! the epic, the defining song
That marks the end of the show
The progressive curtain falls on the noobs
And it’s off and pop we go
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
We slimed on crazy antics
Pervading the record cos
But now we’ve sold out
Or maybe not, who knows
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
We sold our souls by the dollar
Some would say we sold out
But who actually liked us prog
Who thinks we’re truly going south
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
Gumma-umma, just the name
Really doesn’t sound so good
So we pulled a Genesis, a Yes
Just as you knew we would
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
The whistler got drunk, and fell on his head
Ah, see how we’re fitting in
With the thriving pop culture scene
Where stars get drunk, and win
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
I don’t care if I’ve been had
So long as I’ve been had, by the noobs
I don’t care if I’ve been bad
So long as I’ve been bad, listening to the noobs
Yes, you noobs, I love you
I love you so very true
Words cannot express how much
How very much I love the noobs
Pop go the noobies
It’s off and pop we go
We were much too moody
We put on a lousy show
It got to the point where
No one even knew our name
Moody Boobs, Moody Nubiles
But us and girls, just aren’t the same
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
POP go the noobies
POP we go, POP, POP,
POP go the noobies
I don’t care if I’ve been had
So long as I’ve been had by the noobs
I don’t care if I’ve been bad
So long as I’ve been bad, listening to the noobs
Oh noobs, my love, I’ll never leave you
Cries the fan oh so true
He took the words right from our mouths
For we love ourselves, too
POP go the noobies
It’s off and pop we go
We were much too moody
We put on a lousy show
It got to the point
Where no one new our name
Moody Lube, Moody Jews
Us and them, it’s just not the same
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
POP go the noobies
POP we go, POP, POP,
POP go the noobies
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
No, it’s a pop song, it must never end
It must drag on for all time
And it will, thanks to these faithful
Moody Noobs of mine
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
Hey guys, we’re going Pop
In case you haven’t heard
This sixty minute song, so new
It’s progressive, the latest word
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
Progressive rock is no longer “it”
Not since nineteen seventy four
We’ve got to keep up with the tide
All we want is money galore
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
Remember the time we went all shrieking vocals
And threw knives at our singer to prolong the note
Well, that didn’t sell, and we even got sued
Something about murder, that didn’t float fans boats
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
The Whistler dictatorially leads us by the reins
He got us a myspace, in a modern vein
He made us big like no other could
Working tirelessly for his own good
It’s all about the moolah, that’s what governs our thoughts
Defining all the songs we so effortlessly wrought
With our new sound, we can’t go wrong
In the domain of the pop song
We lived and we progged thus getting about
And all the world, it’s gonna shout
For the noobies are making a stand
To get all the money in the land
We’ve surpassed a genre so long
In the domain of the pop song
All you who do not like our songs
Well, the hell, you are who
Because in the front of your mind
You know we’re famous-er than you
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
The moody noobs have far to go
In their search for more money
Where the paths of moolah lead
The moody noobs must follow
Bless the moodies
Bless the noobs
Curse all those who call us boobs
The moody noobs will be great
If they only learn to go pop
And then the influx of wealth
Well, it won’t ever, ever stop
Bless the money
Bless the man
Curse the sh*t that hit the fan
Bless the moodies
Bless the noobs
Curse all those who call us boobs
Bless the money
Bless the man
Curse the sh*t that hit the fan
Bless the moodies
Bless the noobs
Curse all those who call us boobs
Bless the money
Bless the man
Curse the sh*t that hit the fan
Bless the moodies
Bless the noobs
Curse all those who call us boobs
Bless the money
Bless the man
Curse the sh*t that hit the fan
We used to be a group of sorry wanderers
Lost amid many potato fields
Balaclavas and crow bars
Marked our yearly yield
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!!!!!!!!!!!!
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
Bless the moodies
Bless the noobs
Curse all those who call us boobs
Bless the money
Bless the man
Curse the sh*t that hit the fan
Yeah, we can’t go wrong
In the domain of the pop song
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
Bless the moodies
Bless the noobs
Curse all those who call us boobs
Bless the money
Bless the man
Curse the sh*t that hit the fan
Yeah, we can’t go wrong
In the domain of the pop song
The triple chorus, now that’s new
But it’s something you’ll just have to get used to
Cus it’s innovative, and progressive
And it makes me wanna live
Oh, how could I forget, we’re going pop
Bless the industry, bless the fans
We’ve got to sell out with our triple chorus
We’ve got to get all the money in the land
We’ve got to debut at number one
(bless marketing, bless the charts)
And we think a sixty minute pop song
Is a wonderful way to start
Bless the moodies
Bless the noobs
Curse all those who call us boobs
Bless the money
Bless the man
Curse the sh*t that hit the fan
The whistler got sober
And turned us poor noobs pop
And god bless him that he did
For now we can’t be topped
Bless our technique
Bless what’s wrong
Bless the domain of the pop song
Bless the moolah
Bless the band
Bless all those who are our fans
Bless the moodies
Bless the noobs
Curse all those who call us boobs
Bless the money
Bless the man
Curse the sh*t that hit the fan
Bless our technique
Bless what’s wrong
Bless the domain of the pop song
Bless the moolah
Bless the band
Bless all those who are our fans
Bless the moodies
Bless the noobs
Curse all those who call us boobs
Bless the money
Bless the man
Curse the sh*t that hit the fan
Bless our technique
Bless what’s wrong
Bless the domain of the pop song
Bless the moolah
Bless the band
Bless all those who are our fans
Bless the moodies
Bless the noobs
Curse all those who call us boobs
Bless the money
Bless the man
Curse the sh*t that hit the fan
Bless all pop
Bless sell outs
Bless all those who scream and shout
Bless the myspace
Curse the wiki
Bless all those who are moody
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies
We gladly set out on our way
To forge a new life in a new day
Where no one in the band gets along
In the domain of the pop song
Bless our technique
Bless what’s wrong
Bless the domain of the pop song
Bless the moolah
Bless the band
Bless all those who are our fans
Bless the moodies
Bless the noobs
Curse all those who call us boobs
Bless the money
Bless the man
Curse the sh*t that hit the fan
Bless all pop
Bless sell outs
Bless all those who scream and shout
Bless the myspace
Curse the wiki
Bless all those who are moody
We lived, we progged, we got about
We made it to Disneyland
We made it big in history
But…
POP go the noobies