Make a list, little Lars, never seen a star Put his fans behind bars Can't you see, MP3 means you're stealing from me You should've bought a CD I keep my T1 open I'm stealing your songs right now We're in debt From the internet Sue our fans We're off to Napster-Napster land Go to court, close the site, Napster's down tonight Now the judge says alright Bunch of thieves, bunch of liars Steal our songs through a wire Y'know we'll put up a fight I keep my phone line open I'm ripping your songs right now We're in debt From the internet Sue our fans We're off to Napster-Napster land Now I lay Lars down to sleep Pray his copyrights to keep If he gets poor before he wakes He'll have to sell fries and shakes Hush little Ulrich, don't say a word And never mind that noise you heard It's just a fan making bootleg tapes I hope you choke on your sour grapes! We're in debt From the internet Screw the fans We're in debt From the internet Sue the fans We're off to Napster-Napster land