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 theives, 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 Ullrich, 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.