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.
That music's lost it's taste, so try another flavour.
'Antmusic', 'antmusic'
'Antmusic', 'antmusic'
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.
That music's lost it's taste, so try another flavour.
'Antmusic', 'antmusic'
'Antmusic', 'antmusic'
So unplug the jukebox, and do us all a favour.
That music's lost it's 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.
That music's lost it's taste, so try another flavour.
'Antmusic', 'antmusic'
'Antmusic', 'antmusic'
So unplug the jukebox, and do us all a favour.
That music's lost it's taste, so try another flavour.
'Antmusic', 'antmusic'
'Antmusic', 'antmusic'
'Antmusic', 'antmusic'
Until the end
Adam Ant & Marco Pirroni