Woo-hoo-hoo!

Woo-hoo-hoo!

Winston crashed at his pad
His ulcer's gotten bad
One Victory Ale each day
Makes the pain go away
Writes in his diary
His hate for the party
Hoping he won't be seen
By his omniscient telescreen
He works at the ministry of truth
Where he alters history
sPreading lies to everyone
Gotta love the Irony!
Big Bro's an SOB
Winston wants to be free
But his whole life so far
Is that of-a bug-in a jar!

'Cause the Party, Big Brother, watch him like his mother
Whom he remembers dyin', got a man-crush on O'Brien
Wants to join Brotherhood and finish this life for good
Cuz now he's a prisoner in 19, 19, 1984!

Woo-hoo-hoo!
1984
Woo-hoo-hoo!

This girl, Julia loves him
So they meet up in the woods
She does thing to him she
Did to a hundred other dudes!
Find a place on top
Of some rundown antique shop
Somewhere in the land
Of the proletarians
Screw the minitruth and they're dead end jobs
They're sick of working for those Inner Party snobs
They're sick of being watched by telescreens
How nice of O'Brien-to give 'em-that book
Of Goldstein's

Which they read, interested, until they got arrested
They were set up all this time, they had to be put back in line
A boot stamps Winston's face forever in the rat race
Yeah Winston's a pity whore in 19, 19, 1984

Woo-hoo-hoo!

He hates rats, yet they placed
A cage full of them right over his face
Let's not forget the
torture/therapy
Begged them to stop! Stop! Stop!

Now he's rehabilitated! He's no longer frustrated!
Gives mad love to Big Brother and he shares it with no other
The same goes for Julia, they shared a "Hello- -see ya!"
And so ends the metaphor of 1984!

Some revere it, or jeer it, and some may even fear it
But no matter, let's hear it for Orwell's bitchslap to the human sPirit
This crap's overrated, it's boring and hate it
And so I've come to deplore my rea-ding of-1984!