My girlfriend hates you but I love your stuff.
I listen to it all the time, I can't get enough.
I dig your first CD (your debut),
And "Society of People Named Elihu."
And "Making Love" is fresh, this much is true.
But "Redefining Music" is funky and new.
And so I crank it up, turn it up, and pump up the bass.
The package's synth lines are up in my face.
I listen to it when I drive any place.
Up yours to anyone who says I've got bad taste!
Atom's music rocks, with nerdy soul.
His new-wave-synth-punk is never dull.
Atom, you're awesome.
Atom, you're awesome.
Atom, you're awesome.
Atom, you're awesome.
Atom, you're awesome.
Atom, you're awesome.
Atom, you're awesome.
Atom, you're awesome.
I had a dream when I was in grade school
That Rob Halford, he kissed me, see fool.
And I was welcomed to the family with Connor.
It was undercover funny just like a longer
Keyboard that Enya played.
So I pumped iron and I got paid
When I owned the Redskins with the Ghetto Boys,
Breaking down the walls with kilogram toys.
And we sang to Madonna, all night long.
I opened up my heart, I opened it strong
To Tim Allen (who's not that funny)
In Philadelphia where I made lots of money
As a goalie, sixteen-hundred pounds.
Chilling on the ice rink so profound,
Upside down from here on the map,
Sick of people who give me crap.
So I put them on an island in the middle of the sea,
And it was just Atom, Atom and me.
Atom, you're awesome.
Atom, you're awesome.
Atom, you're awesome.
Atom, you're awesome.
Atom, you're awesome.
Atom, you're awesome.
Atom, you're awesome.
Atom, you're awesome.
Atom, you're awesome. (Atom, you're awesome.)
Atom, you're awesome.
Atom, you're awesome. (Atom, you're awesome.)
Atom, you're awesome.
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