(One, two, three, four)      Tuesday morning went according to plan   I headed for the store at dawn with my money in hand   But I'm surprised they even bothered   To put you in stock   I picked it up for next to nothing   And that's just what I got      I got it   But I just don't get it, yeah   Your new album sucks   I bought it   But now I regret it, yeah   Your new album sucks      I guess no one's immune to the sophomore slump   It's not growing on me; it's going off to the dump   And I'm surprised they even bothered   To put you in stock   What the hell happened?   Your last album rocked      I got it   But I just don't get it, yeah   Your new album sucks   I bought it   But now I regret it, yeah   Your new album sucks (Here we go)      That was my five-ninety-nine, and I feel I've been cheated   Now you're in the clearance bin, and you're cheap for a reason   I don't want you to grow or reinvent or explore   You're out of print, so take the hint   And just do what you did before      I got it   But I just don't get it, yeah   Your new album sucks   I bought it   But now I regret it, yeah   Your new album sucks      I got it   But I just don't get it, yeah   Your new album sucks   I bought it   But now I regret it, yeah   Your new album sucks   Your new album sucks