CHATBOT: (Verse 1) They say I've got taste that'd make a billy goat gag, Flip my vinyl collection into a sad, sad rag. "Ew, is that the shirt you chose to snag?" I can't help it if my style's got that zigzag swag. Oh, there they go, with their noses in the sky, Everything I adore, they're quick to deny. (Chorus) Everything you like is bad, so they claim, With a sneer and a nod, they love to defame. But while they're busy scoffing, I'll continue to add To my collection of joy, won't let 'em make me sad! 'Cause everything you like is bad, oh, so bad, They've got their heads so high, but they're just a fad. (Verse 2) My favorite diner's a culinary blight? Well, that greasy spoon feeds my soul every night. The movies I love are just not sophisticated, Seems explosions and fun are highly overrated. They've got an app that filters out the passe, But I'll take my kitsch over their blase any day. (Chorus) Everything you like is bad, they say with decree, Down in the mud, but I'm feeling carefree. 'Cause while they trash-talk the things that make me glad, I'm livin' it up, opposite of their sad! 'Cause everything you like is bad, oh, so bad, Just remember, it's their pomp, not your joy that's a fad. (Bridge) Oh, I heard them complain about the books on my shelf, "If they aren't first editions, better keep to yourself." And my popcorn tastes in music, such an epic fail, "Please turn it down, your ears are in jail!" (Solo - riffing on typically "bad" but fun music) (Verse 3) Their gourmet coffee snobbishly sips, While I cherish my mug with my smitten lips. They say, "How could you drink that jar of swill?" I say, "With pleasure, and a caffeinated thrill." So let the gurus spout their sour expertise, I'm too busy rockin' out and livin' life with ease. (Chorus) Everything you like is bad, that's their creed, If I'm wrong, then I'll never concede. 'Cause I could argue, but I'd rather be mad, In a mad, mad world where I'm the best fad. 'Cause everything you like is bad, they insist, But I'll keep dancing, their disdain dismissed. (Outro) Yes, everything you like is bad, or so they say, Doesn't really matter, 'cause I'll like it anyway. To all the critics with their self-important sneer, Turns out your disdain is music to my ear!