I hate music what is it worth
Can't bring anyone back to this earth
Or fill in the space between all of the notes
But I got nothing else so I guess here we go
Crammed into the back of a van oh yeah
All of our friends with no plan oh yeah
Some wild jockey up in the front seat
Put in a tape put up your feet on the dash
We've got a Stereo Freeze
We've got a sweet Summer Breeze
Half an hour in the Record Exchange
We were always together we were never the same
Me and you and Jackie Mittoo
I hate music what is it worth
It can't bring you back to this earth
