Jukebox

I was shipwrecked in Austin, Texas
You were barefoot and we were lost
I was supposed to play a party
My efforts have become exhausted

Glossed over for box soldiers
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 forward 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
Deface me? I'll deface you and plug in
A low-letter ding ding and write on your face
Your machines always try to take over

Don't you came to the party with the whole crew
Stand in the middle, spare me a riddle
Before it's still moving, you just anchor it a little
I'm the captain, you're 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