Lyrics Internet Killed the Video Star - The Limousines

Internet Killed the Video Star

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