I lay on the carpet, that's where it started These shitty old headphones, they always make
me feel free
All full of posters, stood on your shoulders
Now I'm in Miss Joplin, I'm sure you were talking to me
I don't know about you, but if you ask me
Oh how it must feel, to be up there
With Johnny, Uncle Bob, and Freddie
Uncle Bob, Uncle Bob, hey
I'd listen to my tapes, between sugar and cartoon breaks
And if I was hurting, that was the reason

Remedy, I wasn't ready
No one prepared me, was that kid in that bedroom
Now I'm up in the galaxy
I don't know about you, but if you ask me
Oh how it must feel, to be up there
With Johnny, Uncle Bob, and Freddie
Oh how it must feel, to be up there
With Johnny, Uncle Bob, and Freddie
Uncle Bob, Uncle Bob
Yeah
Where is the music, Where is the music
Where is the music, Yeah
Show me the music, Show me the music
Show me the music, Show me the music
Uncle Bob
I'm sure that you were talking to me
MJ and Foley
So *** big here
I'm sure that you were talking to me
Marvin and Cobain
James Brown
I'm sure that you were talking to me
I'm sure that you were talking to me