Okay, I’ve got a little musical number that might just fit the bill.
What was wrong with the good old days? Why does everything have to change? I much preferred the way things were before… When Britain really had got talent, And Justin frigging Bieber hadn’t, Brought his insipid music to our shore…
Could you even name one of his songs? The self-important little diva… Gonna take a pick-axe to his pretty face, I’m gonna murder Justin Bieber…
It’s easy to sing in perfect time, When all you ever do is mime, Thanks for destroying music, Simon Cowell… Every pop star looks like each other, Is that Zack Efron or a Jonas Brother? Either way they should be disembowelled…
I’m gonna kidnap all the kids from Glee, And shatter all their femurs, But before he releases one more song, I’m gonna murder Justin Bieber…
So I’m sticking with my record stylus, ‘Cos you can’t buy vinyl Mily Cyrus, That bitch deserves a flesh eating virus… Yeah…!
I’m gonna butcher Joe McElderry, With a blunt meat cleaver… And they’ll auto-tune his final scream, When I murder Justin Bieber…