I hate music, what is it worth?
Can't bring anyone back to this earth
Or fill in the space between all of the notes
But I got nothing else so I guess here we go
Crammed into the back of a van, oh yeah
All of our friends with no plan, oh yeah
Some wild jockey up in the front seat
Put in a tape, put up your feet on the dash
We've got a Stereo Freeze
We've got a sweet Summer Breeze
Half an hour in the Record Exchange
We were always together, we were never the same
Me and you and Jackie Mittoo
Me and you and Jackie Mittoo
Me and you and Jackie Mittoo
Me and you and Jackie Mittoo
Me and you and Jackie Mittoo
Me and you and Jackie Mittoo
Yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Woo
I hate music, what is it worth?
It can't bring you back to this earth
