An Ode to Indi Pop (with spl. references to HIM)

Hold your nose
Grow your beard
Wear a cap
And sing some crap.

Play a beat
Then repeat
Hold your nose
And sing some crap.

Pick up a pen
Enter your den
Kill your brain
Write some crap.

Countless hits
Housefull shows
A nation grooves
To repetitive crap.

It's bikinis
That sell CDs
Unclad models
Swinging to crap.

Hey Lata
Hey Sonu
Save our men
From this vicious trap.

Else we will
Be forced to swing
Forced to sing
This soulless crap.