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 And glossed over for box soldiers I was not here for the ride Took my crate and made for the mainland And you were right there, by my side but I didn’t have the quarters for it anyway The sixth street preachers fought for daughters in a silly way I wasn’t really bothered cause I wasn’t making any pay We were initially not in competition Considered our machinery common composition But our choice of records, direct opposition Played them for you because I wanted your opinion That’s when things got different so… [Chorus] You get that jukebox away from me The only jukebox I like is one that’s plugged in Don’t like a jukebox that thinks she’s plugged in I was just trying to make some friends She’s in the booth to make ends It ain’t 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 a slot so it can pay me How could a machine ever try to replace me? Deface me? I’ll deface you with plug nickels and paste glue A low-lettered nickname to write on your face You machines always try to take over, don’t you? She came to the party with a whole crew To stand in the middle, disband me and riddle The floor was still moving, you just anchored it a little I’m the captain, you’re the skipper [Chorus] You get that jukebox away from me