Bulling the Jukebox

Well i walked into the bar and i put in twenty bucks Because i know people taste in music sucks
About four hours had passed, forty picks and my empty glass, a tasty number all dressed in black
tried to rock us with her wack attack There was no fuss we knew her game you look good
but all your songs are lame Bullying the jukebox because it's fun, you can't get near it
until we're done Bullying the jukebox because we rule all the songs we like are really
cool Songs of punk and songs of joy, love songs about girls and boys; songs of metal
and English stuff and some hardcore songs to make us feel tough but we all agreed
that the songs of woe, and the songs of loved ones had to go Churned up memories
of time we dreamt that got us all verklempt We drank until our last song
We paid our tab and we said so long swerwing in and out of cars... it's off to rock another bar