The Day The Music Died

Don't disconnect me, I've done nothing wrong,
I just surfed the net for the name of a song,
That I heard on the radio earlier today,
I clicked on a link and it started to play.

I quite like the song but not so much to buy it,
So I'm grateful the 'net allowed me to try it,
I can't waste my money. Unfortunately,
Minimum wage won't buy a CD.

It isn't the first time, that I'll admit,
And I'm told what I'm doing you will not permit,
It's fine for the fat cats to rake in more dough,
But to try before buying - I'm breaking the law.

Now my wireless connection's no loner alive,
So I can't work from home, I'm having to drive,
Polluting the air with both curses and fumes,
Sitting in traffic and listening to tunes.

Tunes I'll recall when I get home tonight,
But do I like Kings of Leon? Are N-Dubz alright?
I can only find out by using the 'net,
I'll hack into next door's - you've not blocked them yet.

They won't understand when their internet fails,
They just used it weekly to pick up emails,
Which kept them in touch with their daughter in Looe,
'Though she never replies because she's cut-off too.

And when the internet's barred for all normal men,
So we can't shop online for our music, what then?
Will music producers be shaking your hand,
If no-one buys music, who forms a band?

So don't disconnect us, don't cut the strings,
To the vast information the internet brings,
Allow us choose what we read and we hear,
And admit that Three Strikes is a stupid idea.