It’s by the band YACHT, which stands for Young Americans Challenging High Technology. I kind of like it. The song, I mean.
Did you read my mail again?
How do you find the time?
I lost my signal yesterday,
But it was never mine.
We don’t need no privacy.
What do you want that for?
Don’t you think it’ll spoil our fun
If you let that whistle blow?
P-P-P-Party at the NSA,
Twenty, twenty, twenty-four hours a day!
There is a rainbow at the end of every P-R-I-S-M.
Be careful where you look today,
Careful what you share.
We’re gonna make history.
But it won’t know we’re there.
The world looks stranger when you look
Through electronic eyes.
There’s a place in the Beehive State
Where the network goes to die.
P-P-P-Party at the NSA,
Twenty, twenty, twenty-four hours a day!
Sounds like Devo to me, with a little “Pump It Up” by Elvis Costello thrown in. Probably because I’m old. (But not as old as Elvis Costello or the guys in Devo.) And the reason the guitar solo isn’t very good is because it’s by Marc Maron.
You can buy the song for 99 cents at partyatthensa.com if you want.
(Hat tip: AV Club)