Okay, to prevent sueing, I'd like to point out that this bit was partly written by me and partly written by other people who's song I've read and memorized bits of. So if you wrote this, write to me and I'll credit you for it. But this is way too cool to leave off just because I didn't write it. Enjoy.
Britney hater's bit
Oh Britney baby,
You sound like a wounded piiiig,
Without a hint of talent
Oh Britney baby,
Your ego is getting to biiiig,
It's larger than this pla-net
Let me show you,
What a singer should be,
Cos it ain't you,
A cheap ho with a boob job
who can't sing in key
You're talentless, it's killing me, (and I)
I must confess, you sing off ke-ey (sing off key)
You can't hit the right note in any line
Why do you whiiiiiiii-ii-ii-ii-iiiiiine,
You should practice overtime
Britney's bit
Oh Baby baby,
How was I supposed to know,
My singing wasn't quite right, yeah
Oh singing teacher,
I shouldn't have let
You goo-ooo-ooo-o-o-o-ooo
'Cos now I sound like shite, yeah
Let me tell you,
This isn't how it should be,
Cos my boobies,
were the size of pennies
I want Pamela Lee's!
My lack of chest, was killing me (and I)
I must confess, I paid for the-ese (paid for these)
I couldn't sell records with double As,
These make me look fiiii-ii-i-i-iiiine,
Make my boobies one more size!
Brit hater's bit...
Oh Britney baby,
There's something wrong with your throat....
Oh Britney baby,
Your face has been chewed by a gooo-oooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooat,
I must confess,
you're man in a dress
With a face like a sow
Don't you know I can't believe?
Your songs hit the charts
or that you got signed,
All your fans are deaf and blind
Your ugliness,
it's killing me (and I)
I must confess, you sing off ke-ey, (sing off key)
You're not fooling anyone with plastic breasts,
Give it a reeee-eee-e-e-ee-eeest,
All you do is flash your chest