Kick the Jukebox Songtext
von Jennifer Hanson

Look-alikes, impersonators
Teenage grunge group copycats
Hip-hop gangsta woman haters
Pretty boys in cowboy hats

I′m not one to ever usually complain
But how come everything just sounds the same?

Turn it off, make it stop
This can't be the best we′ve got
Makes me wanna kick the jukebox

Fat cats in their corner office
Signing up those twelve-year-olds
Tabloid queens all making records
Getting their own TV shows


I'm not one to ever mention any names
But how come everything just sounds the same?

Where have all the good ones gone?
Byron Ranging, Twenty-One
Makes me wanna kick the jukebox

Otis sitting on the dock of the bay
Elton singing his song for you
Knew the words to every tune
Quarters spinning those 45s
They were the soundtrack of our lives

Where have all the good ones gone?
Songs where you can sing along
Makes me wanna, makes me wanna
Makes me wanna kick the jukebox


Yeah, kick the jukebox
Kick the jukebox
Kick the jukebox