Текст песни




When I stand here looking at you
What do I see?
Looking straight through
It's so sad when your young
To be told your own funk song
So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
Yeah, that music's lost it's taste
So try another flavour
Ant music
Ant music
Ant music
Ant music
When I'm standing here
What do I see?
A big nothing threatening me
It's so sad when your young
To be told your own funk song
So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
Yeah, that music's lost it's taste
So try another flavour
Ant music
Ant music
Ant music
Ant music
Don't tread on Ant
He's done nothing to you
There might come a day
When he's treading on you
Don't tread on Ant
You'll end up like Uncle Lou
Who cut off his head
Legs come a looking for you
So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
Yeah, that music's lost it's taste
So try another flavour
Ant music
Ant music
Ant music
Ant music
So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
Yeah, that music's lost it's taste
So try another flavour
Ant music
Ant music
Ant music
Ant music



Авторы: Marco Pirroni, Adam Ant


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