Hey
I lay on the carpet
That's where it started
These shitty old headphones
They always made me feel free
Wall full of posters
Stood on your shoulders
Dammit Ms Joplin
I'm sure you were talking to me
I don't know about you
But if you ask me
Oh, how it must feel
To be up there
With Johnny, uncle Bob and Freddie
Uncle Bob, uncle Bob
I listen to my tapes
Between sugar and cartoon breaks
And if I was hurting
That was the remedy
I wasn't ready
No one prepared me
Was that kid in that bedroom
Now I'm up in the galaxy
I don't know about you
But if you ask me
Oh, how it must feel
To be up there
With Johnny, uncle Bob and Freddie
Oh, how it must feel
To be up there
With Johnny, uncle Bob and Freddie
Uncle Bob, uncle Bob
Eh-eh-hey
Where is the music
Where is the music
Where is the music
Yeah
Show me the music
Show me the music
Show me the music
Show me the music
Uncle Bob
I'm sure that you were talking to me
MJ & Bowie, 2Pac and Biggie
I'm sure that you were talking to me
Marvin and Cobain, James Brown
I'm sure that you were talking to me
