I could never sleep my way to the top
'Cause my alarm clock always wakes me right up
And since my options had been whittled away
I struck a bargain with my radio DJI said I'd like this song to be number one
He said, "I'd really really like to help you my son"
And then I knew that I would have him to thank
Because he asked me how much I had in the bankHe said to think long term investment
And that all the others had forgiven themselves
He said the net reward would justify
The colossal mess they'd made of their livesHe said the record wouldn't have to be hot
And no one ever seemed to care if it's not
It would depend on something else that I've got
And that the other ones who'd given it a shotHad seen a modest sum grow geometrically
And then they had forgiven themselves
Because the net reward had justified
The colossal mess they'd made of their livesHey Mr. DJ, I thought you said we had a deal
I thought you said
"You scratch my back and I'll scratch your record"
And I thought you said we had a dealWell, I told you about the world, its address
I wonder when they're gonna clean up the mess
You know the rabid child is still tuning in
Chess piece face's patience must be wearing thinBecause they haven't played this song on the air
Not that anyone but me even cared
And the Disk Jockey has moved out of town
The district courthouse says he's nowhere to be foundHe said to think long term investment
And that all the others had forgiven themselves
He said the net reward would justify
The colossal mess they'd made of their livesHey, Mr. DJ, I thought you said we had a deal
I thought you said
"You scratch my back and I'll scratch your record"
And I thought you said we had a deal
Songwriters
John Flansburgh;John LinnellPublished by
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