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'''Musical Chairs''' is the third track on the album [[Hip to the Javabean]].
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  |genre = Rock
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  |externalLinks = [https://needlejuice.bandcamp.com/track/musical-chairs Needlejuice Remaster] [http://www.lemondemon.com/Lemon%20Demon%20-%20First%20four%20albums/Hip%20to%20the%20Javabean%20(2004)/03%20-%20Musical%20Chairs.mp3 Original lemon demon website download]
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'''Musical Chairs''' is the third track on [[Hip to the Javabean]]
== Lyrics==
You walk around in circles
I walk around in squares
Another round of musical chairs
And maybe no one really cares
About the way we walk
The record stores are out of stock
And all we want is bloody rock and roll
And clearly this is not the way to go
I saw it in the mirror
The ghost of Chairman Mao
He had three money symbols on his brow
And he will show the children how
To wear their cowboy boots
Bowler hats and prison suits
And watch while Neil Armstrong shoots the moon
But he's never gonna get there by balloon
(Ooh.)
I thought you weren't allowed here
I thought they crossed your name
And that would be your only claim to fame
Well, it's a big fat crying shame
The way you lost your touch
The soapbox weighed a bit too much
And all this talking feels like such a waste
And now you've crossed the boundaries of good taste
Your only option now's to be replaced


==Lyrics==
== See Also ==
<nowiki>You walk around in circles
I walk around in squares
Another round of musical chairs
And maybe no one really cares
About the way we walk
The record stores are out of stock
And all we want is bloody rock and roll
And clearly this is not the way to go


I saw it in the mirror
* [[Musical Chairs (Alternate version)]] - a bonus track on [[Damn Skippy]] with different instrumentation and lacking the last verse.
The ghost of Chairman Mao
He had three money symbols on his brow
And he will show the children how
To wear their cowboy boots
Bowler hats and prison suits
And watch while Neil Armstrong shoots the moon
But he's never gonna get there by balloon
(Ooh.)


I thought you weren't allowed here
[[Category:Songs with instrumentals]]
I thought they crossed your name
And that would be your only claim to fame
Well, it's a big fat crying shame
The way you lost your touch
The soapbox weighed a bit too much
And all this talking feels like such a waste
And now you've crossed the boundaries of good taste
Your only option now's to be replaced</nowiki>
 
==See also==
* [[Musical Chairs (Alternate version)]] - A bonus track on [[Damn Skippy]] with different instrumentation and lacking the last verse.

Latest revision as of 13:50, 8 September 2026

Musical Chairs is the third track on the album Hip to the Javabean.

Musical Chairs
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Song
Artist Lemon Demon
Written by Neil Cicierega
Appears on Hip to the Javabean
Sung by Neil Cicierega
Duration 2:04
Tempo 104
Genre Rock
Language English
Links: MP3
Needlejuice Remaster
Instrumental


Lyrics

You walk around in circles
I walk around in squares
Another round of musical chairs
And maybe no one really cares
About the way we walk
The record stores are out of stock
And all we want is bloody rock and roll
And clearly this is not the way to go

I saw it in the mirror
The ghost of Chairman Mao
He had three money symbols on his brow
And he will show the children how
To wear their cowboy boots
Bowler hats and prison suits
And watch while Neil Armstrong shoots the moon
But he's never gonna get there by balloon
(Ooh.)

I thought you weren't allowed here
I thought they crossed your name
And that would be your only claim to fame
Well, it's a big fat crying shame
The way you lost your touch
The soapbox weighed a bit too much
And all this talking feels like such a waste
And now you've crossed the boundaries of good taste
Your only option now's to be replaced

See Also