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
