Well I'm standing here, looking at you, what do I see?
I'm looking straight through, it's so sad, when you're young, to be told, that you're having fun
So unplug the jukebox, and do us all a favor, oh, that music's lost its taste, so try another flavor
Ant music, ant music, ant music, ant music
Oh, when I'm standing here, what do I see?
I beg nothing
I'm looking straight through, it's so sad, when you're young, to be told, that you're having fun
So unplug the jukebox, and do us all a favor, oh, that music's lost its taste, so try another favor
Ant music, ant music, ant music, ant music
Oh, when I'm standing here, I look back, I take no efter, it's so sad, why Final Fantasy 8 doesn't December

Ant music, ant music, ant music, ant music, oh, that music, I beg nothing
So unplug the jukebox
Don't tread on the hay, he's done nothing to you
It might come a day when he's treading on you
Don't tread on it and wind up black and blue
Oh, cut off his head like I'm looking for you
So unplug the jukebox, fine, do us all a favor
But music's lost its taste, so try another flavor
And music, and music, and music
Unplug the jukebox, fine, do us all a favor
But music's lost its taste, so try another flavor
And music, and music
And music