Fatboy Slim Dusty - TISM

Ecstacy’s had a bad rap —

The drug’s OK but the music’s crap

Techno’s made with computer cable

Samplin' machine and an old turntable

Get a loop, then cut and paste her

Buy a trip and lick the paper

There’s new school, old school, prep school too

There’s DJs that nobody knew

But now they’re known — for doing what?

Ideas? Music? Melody? Nup.

They don’t sing, they’re not able.

They put a record on a turntable.

Techno is crap

Techno is crap

Techno is crap

And so’s hip-hop

Jupiter’s orbit is about as long

As your standard rave techno song

Bleep bleep blurt, repeat at will

Do scratching crap, and go until

Two hours later — the bleep’s still there

But take out the reverb on the snare.

Tokin!

Hip-hop? Buddy, don’t get me started.

So how do you get your song charted?

Kids love this stuff cos it’s so new:

Put a sample in from a pop song too,

You’ve got a hit. How come it sold?

The melody in it’s thirty years old.

Techno is crap

Techno is crap

Techno is crap

And so is rock.