K: Perfect Pop Song

I want to write the perfect pop song
A pap song
A crap song
A song whose every line
Has at least one rhyme
Because in my imagination
There is no alternation
Add a little alliteration
Which isn't necessary
It's only there to vary
The texture of the song
I'll be a happy boppy hairy
Guru of the rhyming dict... lexicon
And Oh! Hey! Wow!
Look at you now
Flowers in the wind
Ow!
Fingers trapped- the sash came down
Oi, Mister tambourine man
Play a song for me
As a set of taps and jangles
That don't have a melody
Have some dancing teenage wankers
All in stupid matching suits
Mining to the mouth parts
And showing off fake tans
I'll tell you what I want
What I really really want
I wanna huh
I wanna huh
I wanna huh
I wanna huh
I wanna
Really really really want a huh
If you have one
Meaningless pop songs
Straight from the wallet
Upbeat danceable fast-tempo bollocks
Enjoyed with an E or a triple brain bypass
Bland renditions of the songs of the past
And a bird in a bikini with dangly earrings
Modelling knickers
Yodelling dickheads
Murdering classics
Gone are the fast licks
That made them worth hearing
I was hoping to write
The perfect pop song
And send it straight in at number one
But I'm wasting my time here
It's already been done.