I was shipwrecked in Austin, Texas
You were barefoot and we were lost
I was suppose to play a party
My efforts have become exhausted
Glossed over for box solders
I was not there for the ride
Took my crate and made for the mainland
You were riding there by my side but.
I didn't have the quarters for it anyway
As history presents daughters in a civil way
I wasn't really bothered cause I wasn't making any pay
We were originally not in competition
Towards the machinery, a common composition
But our choice of records, direct opposition
Played them for you cause I wanted your opinion
That's when things got different so.
You get your jukebox away from me
You get your jukebox away from me
The only jukebox I like is one that's plugged in
Don't like a jukebox with bitches plugged in
I was just trying to make some friends
She's in the booth to make ends
It's not what you play, it's how it spins
I play the old records every now and then
But now and then, the jukebox tries to play me
Never looks for slots so it can pay me
Every machine never tried to replace me
Replace me? I'll deface you in public
... write on your face
Your machines always try to take over
Don't you came to the party with your whole crew
Stand in the middle, stand there riddled
...hanker it a little
I'm the captain, your the skipper
You get your jukebox away from me
You get your jukebox away from ME!!!!!!
You get your jukebox away from me
You get your jukebox away from me
You get your jukebox away from me
You get your jukebox away from ME!!!!!!