I was lying in bed the other morning in that pre-awake state where daft ideas seem like genius. Thinking someone should write a song with Google in the title - massive marketing ploy. But of course, I bet people have tried and Google just block it, since its a trademarked copyrighted name. But can they stop you writing potential song lyrics in a blog? And offering them to some new artist, like Rachel or Lucie, for their consideration?
For instance...
Go on and Google me
I won’t care what you see
I won’t know you, you won’t know me
Go on and Google me
It ain’t about the day I’m having
It ain’t about my lack of diction
It’s a work of art
Or work of fiction
Either way you’ll comment, fileshare, Digg it
Spread it round the office and finally bin it
People say it’s Tory or it’s Labour
Feral opinions, a burnt out nation
I hope you’re wiped by a scary Haitian
But it’s left me standing at East Ham station
Folks on their Blackberries, IPods, Twitter,
Shouting mundanities, her skirt don’t fit her
Acting like a pig in Armani glitter
No thanks, no smile, you just wanna hit her
Gotta go global or her ovaries’ll shrivel
Far as I’m concerned she can take this and swivel
Thinks her name in lights will be some protection
She’s just gonna give you a nasty infection (And I don’t mean viral)
Go on, go on, go on, and Google me
Go on and Facebook me
I am who I say I am
She’s such a sham
She’s just some leg of lamb
Go on, go on, and Google me
I wrote some stuff ‘n’ got it published
You read it, fed it to the masses, shredded it
Ain’t enough for you, I felt and bled it
It ain’t enough to put your heart on your sleeve
If it ain’t on CNN, they don’t believe
Gotta make a video that makes ‘em heave
Jackass atrocity girlfriend sleaze.
Look I ain’t done something on a global network
No X Factor, MySpace, Bebo jerk
It’s just me, just you, just Captain Kirk
Trying to keep my shit together and get to work
Then I remember, he tried to Friend her
Looked at her photos of her dog and sent her
An email, all friendly-like, chased her
Avatar all round a disco, and met her
In real time, he was her Global Defender,
And before I knew it he wasn’t mine.
So go on, go on, go on and Google me
Go on and Facebook me
You don’t believe a word I say
Can’t tell I’m here to stay
No shit for sale on EBay
Go on, go on, go on, and Google me
Go on, go on, go on and Google me
Go on and Facebook me
You think she’s really hot
I’m telling you she’s not
She ain’t got what I’ve got
Go on and Google me
Go on and Google me
Go on, go on, go on and Google me
Go on and Skywire me
Go on and Highwire me
Go on and Google me.
