This is the sound of my brain
Then I said -This is the sound of my brain on Don Henley
Then I said -One two three four

He’s a tortured artist
Used to be in the eagles
Now he whines like a wounded beagle

Poet of despair
Puffed up with hot air
He’s serious, pretentious and I just don’t care

Don henley must die
Don’t let him get back together
With Glenn Frey, Don Henley must die

Cut on the TV
And what did I see
This bloated hairy thing winnin’ a grammy
Huah

Best rock vocalist
Compared to what
Bunch of pseudo-serious Kraft angst-a-matic
Satanic plot

Don Henley Must die
Put a sharp stick in his eye, don henley must die
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Oh

Quit playin’ that crap
Youíre out of the band

I’m only kidding, can’t you tell?
I love his sensitve music
Idiot poetry swell

You and your kind
Are killin’ rock and roll
It’s not because youíre o-l-d
–Cause you ain’t
Got no soul

Don’t be afraid of fun
Loosen up your ponytail
Be wild, young
Free and-a
Get your head
Outta your tail

Don Henley
Must die
Donít let him get back together
With Glenn Frey

Don Henley
Must die
Put him in the electric chair
Watch him fry, Don Henley must die

Don Henley must die
Ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya

No Eagles reunion
The same goes for you too Sting
Ah
Oh