Men Without Hats Songtext
von The Burning Hell

Clutching a ten dollar bill in my hand
Sir Johnny′s face getting wrinkled and damp
I went down to the mall on Saturday after cartoons
I made straight for the tapes door
I knew exactly what to look for
I skipped the candy shop and the clown with the animal balloons

I saw it on the rack with the other new tapes
That baby face with the gap-toothed gate
And I grabbed one quick like a pervert in a video store
I guess I was shy, it was my first time
So I joined the girls with the curled bangs in line
And when I got back home
I discovered what my ears were for

That was my first day in the world of pop music
Where the sound of a drum or the strum of an acoustic
Could pop it all open like a blister in the sun
A world where Johnny played guitar and Jenny played bass
And they started a band just to see their face in a magazine
'Cause what else is there to do for fun?


A few years later drawing logos of bands
On backpacks and binders and the backs of my hands
And writing out lyrics with the help of rewind, pause, and play

Math class flashed past in a blur of zeros
Daydreaming about all those musical heroes
Who never needed numbers to say what they had to say

Meanwhile I developed an unholy affection
For the older girls in the smoking section
With the boots and the buckles and the pins and the Circle A shirts

Their music was rough but strangely enough
Turned out I liked getting angry and shouting ′bout stuff
I knew the message was meaningful
Although I didn't understand a word

And so I discovered another world of music
Where the kids are alright just like The Who
Said you count to four then play the
One or two chords you sort of know
Where "Hey ho, let's go" is a legitimate chorus
And you can search the stacks, thumb the thesaurus
But there′s no synonym for rock and roll


Back at that young and impressionable age
I never dreamed someday I′d be the one on the stage
But now that I'm here I guess I have to think of something to say
So to all the young girls and young guys out there
Experimenting with drugs, experimenting with hair
Press record on your four-track
Or whatever kids are using these days
It′s life or death but it's also just music
It chooses you, you don′t get to choose it
But once you're hooked, you′re hooked like a rug or a John

So hats off to Ivan and all the rest of you bands
Thanks for giving us so many good reasons to dance
Thanks for giving us so many good reasons to sing along