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Invasion of the Pop Snatchers
Four Dark Judges sitting in line
Death and Pestilence, Famine and War
Churning out clones like robots from the fifties
Or is it 1984?
P-p-p-pop-pop photocopier
F-f-Filling our charts with p-paper pop stars
Like the scary kids from Village of the Damned
Prepare for the Invasion of the Pop Snatchers
See the pop stars marching in line
Marching in line like clockwork clowns
Marching in line like a load of robots
Going "Click whiz bang"
P-p-p-pop-pop photocopier
Replacing all the proper pop-p-pop stars
With the robot children of the Stepford Wives
Prepare for the Invasion of the Pop Snatchers
Vote! Vote!
New faces
Vote! Vote!
They're stealing our souls
Vote! Vote!
Opportunity knocks
Vote! Vote!
Nothing ever ch-ch-ch-changes
P-p-p-pop-pop photocopier
Churning out stars like the bloody clappers
With their ever so slightly spiky hair
Prepare for the Invasion of the Pop Snatchers
Don't drink, don't smoke, don't write your own song
Do another lame ballad by Elton John
Don't frown, don't swear, don't set your own pace
Don't punch a toilet attendant in the face
P-p-p-pop-pop photocopier
F-f-Filling our charts with p-paper pop stars
With their ever so slightly spiky hair
Prepare for the Invasion of the Pop Snatchers
Words by Waen Shepherd 2003
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Written for BBC Radio 2's The Day the Music Died
Original transmission 15.11.03
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