Their music's unbearably shoddy
They're the modern-day Big Ears and Noddy
And when anyone sighs
Or rolls their tired eyes
They just bellow "Girl look at that body!"
They wear leopard-print tights and a blouse
They're avoided by listeners with nous
If you ask them to muffle
Their loud, daily shuffle
They just yell "Party rock in the house!"
Their hair, like their music, is shocking
They smell like a ten-year-old stocking
It's really pathetic
This faux-apologetic
New craze that they call party rocking.
Original comic here.
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