Junk Rock Songtext

Can’t be late, can’t be late for work again
The boys can’t wait, the boys can’t wait to get started again
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
h?.,e kc?ljl..bc
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
h?.,e kc?ljl..bc
And the apes can’t wait to get started again
Look over there, the monkey on a chair
He thinks he’s as smart as a computer chip,
But he hasn’t figured out how to work his mouth
Shorty by the door, beating on the floor,
You better not mess with the little thing
He’s a real nice guy ’til you get him riled up
Can’t complain, can’t complain about working with them
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
h?.,e kc?ljl..bc
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
h?.,e kc?ljl..bc
They go insane, we give them drugs and they’re normal again
There’s a pretty face, the monkey plunkin’ bass
All the lady monkeys wanna jump his monkey bones,
But he loses track and his work gets backed up
Monkey on a power trip, monkey with a lot of lip,
Thinks he’s in charge of every other monkey,
But he still looks cool even while he’s drooling
Lunch is fun, lunch is fun when you’re eating wit them
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
h?.,e kc?ljl..bc
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
h?.,e kc?ljl..bc
Then back to work, it’s back to work while the orders pile in
Is it live or is it memorex?

Utopia Junk Rock songtext