Oozing like napalm from the speakers and grill
 Of your radio
 Into the mouths of babes
 And across the backs of its willing slaves
 Funk pop a roll consumes you whole
 Gulping in your opium so copiously from a disco
 Everything you eat is waste
 But swallowing is easy when it has no taste
 They can fix you rabbits up
 With your musical feed
 They can fix you rabbits up
 Big money selling you stuff that you do not need
 Funk pop a roll for fish in shoals
 Music by the yard for the children they keep
 Like poseable dolls
 The young to them are mistakes
 Who only want bread but they're force-fed cake
 Funk pop a roll the only goal
 The music business is a hammer to keep
 You pegs in your holes
 But please don't listen to me
 I've already been poisoned by this industry!
 Funk pop a roll beats up my soul