Jammie You’re Screwed
The sad story of one Minnesota mom done wrong by rock and roll. (Sung to the tune of “Johnny B. Goode.” Sorry Chuck.)
Way up in Minnesota where the woods are wet
There lived a city gal named Thomas-Rassett
She never understood those copyrights so well
But she could download a file like she was ringing a bell
She swapped a thousand songs and never paid a dime
Who knew using KaZaa was such a terrible crime?
You’re screwed
Screwed Jammie
Screwed screwed screwed
Screwed baby
Screwed screwed screwed
Oh Jammie you’re screwed
One day the RIAA said ‘You owe us cash’
But Jammie turned around and said ‘Go kiss my ass’
Lawyers got involved, the next thing you know
A jury said she owed those bastards buckets of dough
Two hundred twenty thousand give or take a few
She said ‘I’ll take a chance with jury number two’
You’re screwed
Screwed Jammie
Screwed screwed screwed
Screwed baby
Screwed screwed screwed
Oh Jammie you’re screwed
Jury two’s new verdict: One Point Nine Two Mill
80,000 bucks for swapping “Bills, Bills, Bills”?
Jammie said ‘That verdict is a total joke.
Anyway, good luck collecting, I am broke’
Bloggers round the Web agreed the deal was raw
But what else do you expect when those guys own the law?
We’re screwed
Screwed baby
Screwed screwed screwed
Screwed honey
Screwed screwed screwed
Oh baby we’re screwed
And now, for the original….
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