Tekst:
Adam ant/marco pirroni
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 it’s 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
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 it’s 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
