I hate music
What is it worth?
Can't bring anyone
Back to this earth
We're filling the space
Between all of the notes
But I got nothing else
So I guess here we go

Cram into the back of the van, oh yeah
All of our friends with no plan, oh yeah
Someone chucking up in the front seat
Go levitate and put up their feet on the dash
We got our stereo freaks
We got our sweet summer breeze
A half an hour at 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

I hate music
What is it worth?
It can't bring you
Back to this earth