What are you duplicants up to
You're not supposed to have any imagination!
Time for the vet vacation, heavy sedation

My machine, what is this crazy contraption
You need to be smacked in
If it exists, the negotiater will have it hacked

[knock]
Yes? Come in, CC2003
Do you need a refill of DNA from me?


[Clone CC2003 (Princess Superstar)]
No, I come fatally

Me and the ladies have had enough of me, I mean of you
And your Tyrannosaurus tyrannical ways
Fanatical plays for fans and fame

Here comes the rain and nobody will reign
And no one will know the difference
You taught me well, you goin' to hell, whatever that means

And I don't wanna be different
I don't wanna be the same but better
And now I will terminate you Concetta

(You dare to utter my real name?)
It's all the same, this is your end game
You remember that machine that us duplicants sang of?

That can make you into anything you wanted to be
Well (*##$ it does exist
I took it back in history

Time travelled, and unravelled the mystery of all of our misery
It seems in 2005 you were a nobody
Oh ok, a sort of somebody

Ahead of your time? Well, some of the time
And with the super fancy MRI
You downloaded the contents of your brain and eyes

Knowing the future you in 2080 would materialise
And I went back in time, and tampered with that MRI scan
This was never part of the plan

But in about thirty-five seconds you will cease being a Superstar
And instead become one of your own biggest fans
Who goes insane because after you cease being a Superstar

This fan will have nothing to live vicariously through
The premis-precarious true, I'm probably confusing all of you
Does it make sense, or don't get it sense

It's just my artistic license
(Listen duplicant 2003, I'm not really following)
(I mean you need to simplify or clarify)

(This record, nobody's gonna buy it if you make me die)
(I mean, I'm the main AARRRGHHH)