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 favor
That music’s lost it’s taste so try another flavor
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 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
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