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