I lay on the carpet, that's where it started These shitty old headphones, they always makeme feel freeAll full of posters, stood on your shouldersNow I'm in Miss Joplin, I'm sure you were talking to meI don't know about you, but if you ask meOh how it must feel, to be up thereWith Johnny, Uncle Bob, and FreddieUncle Bob, Uncle Bob, heyI'd listen to my tapes, between sugar and cartoon breaksAnd if I was hurting, that was the reasonRemedy, I wasn't readyNo one prepared me, was that kid in that bedroomNow I'm up in the galaxyI don't know about you, but if you ask meOh how it must feel, to be up thereWith Johnny, Uncle Bob, and FreddieOh how it must feel, to be up thereWith Johnny, Uncle Bob, and FreddieUncle Bob, Uncle BobYeahWhere is the music, Where is the musicWhere is the music, YeahShow me the music, Show me the musicShow me the music, Show me the musicUncle BobI'm sure that you were talking to meMJ and FoleySo *** big hereI'm sure that you were talking to meMarvin and CobainJames BrownI'm sure that you were talking to meI'm sure that you were talking to me