I Gotta Go Without Facebook

(to the tune of “I Couldn’t Live Without Your Love”)
 
Every time I’m entering my login
I need to get it through my noggin
Facebook knows what all my friends are doin’
Only cuz their data it’s been viewin’
 
Every hour of every day it’s peepin’
At the horde of info it is keepin’
Everything we ever say
Gets reported every day
To the folks at N-S-A
 
I oughta go without Facebook
There’s a reason that you can guess
Cuz it’s none of their business
 
Seems I should have known it when I started
All my postings would not get discarded
Though they never charge me for their service
Bigger implications make me nervous
 
If I go and put up things for viewin’
It’s my privacy that gets a screwin’
When I meet a girl or guy
Everything I ever buy
Any space I occupy
 
I’ve gotta go without Facebook
There’s a reason that you can guess
Cuz it’s none of their business
 
Instrumental
 
So the pictures from my next vacation
Will not be an Internet sensation
I’ll just get them off my phone
And then view them in my home
With my friends when we’re alone
 
I’ll stick it to the spies at Facebook
Someone oughta tell Congress
That it’s none of their business
 
I’ll stick it to the spies at Facebook
Someone oughta tell Congress
That it’s none of their business

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