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
That music's lost its 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 its taste
So try another flavour -
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'

(guitarsolo)

So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] looking for you

So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour -
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'

So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour -
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'
('til fade)