[verse] Rone A I, that's where it's at The guy with the black hat It's a fedora on his head His music fills haters with dread A I isn't real music they say What do 60 year old men know any way Not much that's why music passed 'em That's why I'll be rich while they lie in disaster Keep using your telecaster Keep using your Fender I'll keep churning out these renders [verse] Let's spell it out for you it's over Your way of thinking your whole order Nothing wrong with the music of the past But none of that today would last You have to change with the times You gotta make dollars not dimes The same old crap that's a crime And I'm going to take what's mine I quit your little community Thanks for the opportunity But I'm moving on to better things, peace out