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 you're having fun
So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour, yeah, yeah
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour
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Well I'm standing here, what do I see?
A big nothing threatening me
It's so sad when you're young
To be told you're having fun
So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour, yeah, yeah
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour, yeah, yeah
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Don't tread on an ant, he's done nothing to you
There might come a day when he's treading on you
Don't tread on an ant, you'll end up black and blue
You cut off his head, legs come looking for you
So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour, yeah, yeah
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour, yeah, yeah
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
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Antmusic
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