Unconsciously choose a song
Lyrics buzzing round my head
As I march against the throng
So many lyrics so many tunes
My synapses are confused
Why did that one appear now
Not the one I hoped to choose
Halfway through the first verse
I've no idea what comes next
Halfway through the middle eight
It all comes flooding back
My setlist seems a waste of time
Cos my lyrics I didn't bring
I thought they were all locked inside
I an't a clue what to sing
A moment later clear as mud
Spurred on by a bass drum thud
Everything comes rushing back
The gigs no longer out of whack
Jukebox Head what's going on
Deep inside my brain
Jukebox Head what's going on
I'm singing the wrong verse again
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