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
'Ant Music'
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

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