Me & You & Jackie Mittoo

I hate music - what is it worth?
Can't bring anyone back to this earth
Or fill in the space between all of the notes
But I got nothing else so I guess here we go

Crammed into the back of a van, oh yeah
All of our friends with no plan, oh yeah
Some wild jockey up in the front seat
Put in a tape, put up your feet on the dash

We've got a Stereo Freeze
We've got a sweet Summer Breeze
Half an hour in the Record Exchange
We were always together, we were never the same

Me and you and Jackie Mittoo

I hate music - what is it worth?
It can't bring you back to this earth