Well this is music
And you can choose it
"It's just a matter of taste," you say
But don't abuse it
Or institute it
This could be another craze of the day
A twelve bar blues it
Or disco music
It doesn't matter 'cause it's all the same
A symphony, uh
Just lend an ear
A simple tune just sticks in the brain
Hey, hey, boys
Go put me on the hit line tonight
Hey, hey, boys
Don't you think it's my turn, that's right
Hey, hey, boys
Put me on the hit line tonight
Hey, hey, boys
Don't you think it's my turn, that's right
A twentyfour track
No mono flashback
Just got to get you down on tape
Computer remix
You've got me transfixed
I sometimes feel that I've been audibly raped
The dancing people
Whoa, they go "beep, beeple"
You've got me moving so I can't sit down
The Watusi
Well, maybe could be
The hottest thing to ever hit-hit-hit this town
Hey, hey, boys
Go put me on the hit line tonight
Hey, hey, boys
Don't you think it's my turn, that's right
Hey, hey, boys
Put me on the hit line tonight
Hey, hey, boys
Don't you think it's my turn, that's right
Hey hey
Keep it simple
It's down to the beat
Another cliché just
Makes the song complete
Win or lose, it's-
It's a production line
Carbon copies
Singing the same old rhymes
Hey, boys
Go put me on the hit line tonight
Hey, hey, boys
Don't you think it's my turn, that's right
Hey, hey, boys
Put me on the hit line tonight
Hey, hey, boys
Don't you think it's my turn, that's right
Hey, hey, boys
Go put me on the hit line tonight
Hey, hey, boys
Don't you think it's my-my-my-my turn, that's right
Hey, hey, boys
Put me on the hit line tonight
Hey, hey, boys
Don't you think it's my-my-my-my-my-my-my-my turn, that's right