Five Go Mad At The ARIAs

(as a conribution to The Public Good, The Five have linked these lyrics to a variety of educational resources - happy learning!)

 

We were feelin' homicidal as we watched Australian Idol , Those saps are losing their cheap appeal

We thought we deserved a lick of that honey, make a pile of money, land a 5-album deal

No - we don't have any talent, but talent only borrows while genius steals

So we knocked up a song with a dozen stolen hooks

And if the music lawyers quiz us we'll just give them a dumb look

 

And tell them Five will go mad at the ARIAs

Sure the music's secondhand, but since when's that been a barrier

To musical success, riches, fortune and fame

If you haven't sold in, then selling out doesn't cause any pain.

 

The parasitic critics don't consider us artistic – and they're saying that our music is shit

But when our label buys a cashcow they know how to milk it, now they've put a down-payment on a number one hit,

Wearing op-shop rags in the glossy mags fed our indie cred quite a bit

So we're getting high rotation  play on Triple-J ,

Austereo and Nova are adding us today

 

And soon Five will go mad at the ARIAs

Now we're out creating scenes to feed the media machine

We got a Rolling Stone cover, a centre-spread in Who

When you know how to schmooze there ain't no need to pay your dues

 

The street mag hacks finally cut us some slack , now they're calling us the next big thing,

Our song went double platinum , the national tour was happenin', we were driving round in limos dressed head-to-toe in bling ,

When The Man From ARIA phoned up begging us to star at their annual wingding

It seems that total calculation in our musical creation

Led to business adulation and we got 5 nominations

 

Now Five  go mad at the ARIAs

Sure we had to sell our souls , but we got to top the polls

And when Rove hands us that pointy award

We'll thank our publicists , our bankers and Jesus Christ our Lord

 

Yeah Five went mad at the ARIAs

We partied until dawn , I woke on Molly Meldrum's lawn

With Delta Goodrem's number tattooed on my arse

And a contract in my pocket for Dancing With The Stars .