Well I stand 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 favor
That music's lost it's taste
So try another flavor
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic

Well I stand 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 favor
That music's lost it's taste
So try another flavor
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic

So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favor
That music's lost it's taste
So try another flavor
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 favor
That music's lost it's taste
So try another flavor
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic

So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favor
That music's lost it's taste
So try another flavor
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic