Don't stop,
Carry on up,
Jump off a very high building's top,
Let the street see what you have got,
cos it won't fit back in you
Please quit,
you're making us sick,
Your music's unbelievably shit,
And you're a bunch of useless dicks,
Who I can't wait to shoot.
Stop yourself from making these things,
Your crappy beats and melodies,
When you make your next single,
Forget to let us know,
You're a disgrace to the music industry,
You're a crime against humanity,
When your songs come on the radio,
The suicide rate grows
Don't you know it's true what they say,
Hanging should be brought back,
And your time's coming around,
So watch your backs, assholes!
Don't stop,
Carry on up,
Jump off a very high building's top,
Let the street see what you have got,
cos it won't fit back in you
Please quit,
You're making us sick,
Your music's unbelievably shit,
And you're a bunch of useless dicks,
Who I can't wait to shoot
Your music's oh so very shit,
Folks are getting sick of hearing it,
You cheesy brand of pop-crap,
Puts our ears through such great pain,
We're absolutely sick of you,
We really don't know what to do,
We'd blast you into outer space,
But the aliens would complain,
Don't you know it's hard to believe,
That seven retarded monkeys,
Can make such a load of cash,
You'd better watch your backs, assholes!
Repeat chorus again&again&again until fade
Tune definitely NOT written by S club 7,
Lyrics by Scifigal, Emerald Embers and Gez
Keep on hatin'!
Gez