I don’t want your wee blue pills
A pharmacy to cure my ills
I don’t need a Russian wife
Nor cunning plan to fix my life

I don’t need you to slash my bills
Or news of dodgy African wills
I don’t need your ‘get rich’ schemes
In order to fulfill my dreams

I don’t need your Rolex fake
Or those job offers that you make
I don’t need your online drugs
I bet your software’s full of bugs

I don’t accept your virus threat
or plans to get me out of debt
I don’t care if she’s really hot
I don’t need any thing you’ve got

What would really make my day
Is if you’d up and go away
I’d like to be left as I am
Without a daily dose of spam