Internet Killed the Video Star - The Limousines

The kids are disco-dancing

They’re tired of rock 'n' roll

I tried to tell 'em, «Hey, that drum machine ain’t got no soul»

But they don’t want to listen, no

They think they’ve heard it all

They trade those guitars in for drum machines and disco balls

Oh, oh, oh, oh-whoa-oh

We can’t rewind now;

we’ve gone too far, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh-whoa-oh

The Internet killed the video star

The kids are disco-dancing

They’re tired of rock 'n' roll

Don’t bother telling them that drum machine ain’t got no soul

The kids are disco-dancing

They’re tired of rock 'n' roll

Don’t bother telling them that drum machine ain’t got no soul

Oh, oh, oh, oh-whoa-oh

Hey!

Hey!

You know we never listen

We think we’ve seen it all

Like everything we’re doing

No one’s ever done before

Did you hear what they said?

That rock 'n' roll is dead?

Yeah, it’s like a zombie

It’ll dig itself back up again

I tune in the signal, but it’s fading, oh

Some ghost strumming his guitar on the radio

Singing, «Glory days are gone

But everything’s okay

'Cause we still love our sex and drugs

Just like the good old days»

The kids are disco-dancing

They’re tired of rock 'n' roll

Don’t bother telling them that drum machine ain’t got no soul

The kids are disco-dancing

They’re trying to rock 'n' roll

Don’t bother telling them that drum machine ain’t got no soul

Oh, oh, oh, oh-whoa-oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh-whoa-oh

Well, I’m a horrible dancer;

I ain’t gonna lie

But I’ll be damned if that means that I ain’t gonna try

Yeah, I’m a shitty romancer, baby;

ain’t gonna lie

But I’ll be damned if that means that I ain’t gonna try

And getcha to get up, get up, get up, and dance (Oh)

Oh, get up, get up, get up, and dance (Oh)

The kids are disco-dancing

They’re tired of rock 'n' roll

Don’t bother telling them that drum machine ain’t got no soul

The kids are disco-dancing

They’re tired of rock 'n' roll

Don’t bother telling them that drum machine ain’t got no soul

The kids are disco-dancing

They’re tired of rock and roll

They’re tired of rock and roll

They’re tired of rock and roll

Oh, oh, oh, oh-whoa-oh

We can’t rewind now;

we’ve gone too far, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh-whoa-oh

The Internet killed the video star

The Internet killed the video star

The Internet killed the video star