Songtexte: Kinks. Juke Box Music.

There's a lady plays her favorite records
On the jukebox every day
All day long she plays the same old songs
And she believes the things that they say

Other ladies like to prance around
And flirt and dance the whole night through
But she just sits and listens to her juke box records
'Cause that's all that she wants to do

She sings along with all the saddest songs
And she believes the stories are real
She let's the music dictate the way that she feels

It's only juke box music, only juke box music
It's only music, only juke box music, only juke box music

Seems to me, she's in a fantasy
She's livin' in a world of her own
And we all agree that she's a mystery
Because she'd rather be all alone

Every guy will do his best to try
To put that music out of her head
Forget all the songs
And just dance to the music instead

It's only juke box music, only juke box music
It's only music, only juke box music, only juke box music

It's all because of that music
That we're slowly driftin' apart
But it's only there to dance to
So you shouldn't take it to heart

Music, only juke box music
Only music, only juke box music

It's only juke box music, only juke box music
It's only music, only juke box music
Music, only juke box music
Music, only juke box music

Music, only juke box music
Music, only juke box music
Music, only juke box music
Only juke box music