The Murlocs
Jukebox
Your no more than a jukebox
Dignity gone and your pride is lost
It's written on your tombstone
He never had much to look back on

Copying the stars
One man band convinced he's got that spark
He's trying so hard
The serious concern is what you really are

It's past your capacity
To see that your on par
Playing to the rhythm of the city
For another rare coin toss

Sometimes you worry
Did I jump in the wrong car
So I better hurry
Make it my one aim
Make it one and only task
Cause I'm finally fed up
With leaving everything half arsed, Oh
Keep your neck up parrot
Give this donkey a carrot
Your prone to humiliation
Like a broken record from the basement
Oh your getting on
Oh your time has gone
Keep your neck up parrot
Give this donkey a carrot
Your prone to humiliation
Like a broken record from the basement