[Verse 1]
Within every electronic device
There lies a seed; dormant and waiting to be
Released somewhere between 18 months and 2 years
It will sprout and begin to choke the life out

[Bridge]
And if you've got an iPod, you know exactly what we're talking about
You press the power button and what happened was nothing
ITunes won't even see it, now you wish you'd warranted it
The doom seed has germinated, your iPod shall not be resuscitated...

[Verse 2]
Now you gotta figure out what you gon' do with your dead iPod
Write a eulogy and bury it in your backyard
Even though it's broke, just pretend like it's not
To avoid conversation with strangers at the bus stop
Use it as a weapon if you're being attacked
You know what, on second thought, scratch that
Tape it to your body, call it a bod-switch
Put it in a hoagie, call it an "iPodwich"
A paperweight is lame unless there's a fan on your desk
And even in that case, a manhole cover works best
Or keep it simple 'cause less is more
Put it in a shoebox in the back of a drawer
Then 50 years from today, your grandkids will find it and say...
[Outro]
"You listened to music on this?
You mean when you were a kid, you didn't have music uploaded directly to your brain?"
And you'll say, "Nah, we just had iPods"