It's All Wrong

I got a buddy named Stacy Fay He's been known to stay up for days Pulls the shades and locks himself in the house Sits in his room with his hand on his mouse His phone's been busy now for over a week So I dropped by to see what in Sam **** is going on And here's what he said to me: Come on in and let's burn one Cledus No need to go to the record store I've got every song that you're looking for On my PC And they're all free Just click and download you some MP3s Presto you can make your own CDs I'll show you how it's done Fire up the computer and let's burn one Before my eyes could not believe my ears Every song ever sung in the last fifty years He made me Conway Twitty's greatest hits And threw in the Flock Of Seagulls for the flock of it Time sure flies when you're burning one It was three A. M. when I got home My wife was mad at me Till I gave her that CD With a mix of her favorite songs And I said Lemme show ya how to burn one baby No need to go to the record store I found every song you're looking for on the PC Even got me No you won't ever find me downloading porn Just Haggard and Jones, Limp Bizkit and Korn And I could use some Brooks and Dunn So Fire up the computer and let's burn one Country jazz rap and pop A lotta Bocephus and a little Kid Rock And like Toby says "Get'chya some Fire up the computer and let's burn one I don't know if it's wrong I ain't saying it's right But I'd sure love to hear some Metallica tonight And I'm a little low on funds So fire up the computer and let's burn one Fire It up