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"



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



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