Speakers in my ears - viewers in my hands

So I can watch and hear my favourite bands

And when you talk to me - you're in my face

And when you smile at me - I'm out in space

Every year a new sensation

Every year a new creation

My brain is ready for a transplantation

Are you ready for a transplantation?

An i-pod in my head - is what I need

To tune out all the crap - and all the greed

I want an ipod - in my head

I want it now - before I'm dead

Every year a new sensation

Every year a new creation

My brain is ready

Ready for a transplantation

Are you ready for a transplantation

Choir: ja ja...ja ja...

I want an ipod - in my head

I want it now - before I'm dead

So I can choose the music when they bury me

And watch the people all console my family

And listen to the sermon when the preacher tries

To make my life important to the ones alive...

I want an i-pod in my head

I want it now - before I'm dead

I want some speakers - in my eye - before I die

I want those pictures in my mind - before I'm blind

I want the music in my soul - before I'm old