Four Bitchin Babes – Muzak lyrics

Muzak by Four Bitchin Babes
Album: Fax It Charge It Don’t Tell Me What’s for Dinner
Release Date: 1995

How does a musician find a measure of success?
By what kind of standard is one judged ok to best?
It it having your own tour bus with your stage name on the side
Singing at the grand old opry a gold record bonafide
Is it singing at the White House
Taking home a Grammy
Having your song on the jukebox
Taking home a Whammy?

I wanna be on muzak
Be on the speakers in Radio Shack
Or for an ego inflator while I’m standing in the elevator

Nothing could make me wanna buy it all like
Hearing my song in the shopping mall
Oh I wanna be a real cracker jack
I wanna hear my song on muzak

Give me a little slice of heaven standing by the broccoli
Hearing my tune in Safeway feels like stir-fry to me
Sitting on an airplane I put on the ‘phones
I’m an entry on sky-muzak
Now I know I’m home
You say a musicians ambition truly must be small
To want to hear their song while in a bathroom stall

I wanna be on muzak
Be on the speakers in Radio Shack
Or for an ego inflator while I’m standing in the elevator
Nothing could make me wanna buy it all like
Hearing my song in the shopping mall
Oh I wanna be a real cracker jack
I wanna hear my song on muzak

(Break)

Now I don’t want my own video
I don’t want to be on t.v.
What i want to be is on muzak, that’s, muzak to me

I wanna be on muzak
While I’m dining on a Big-Mac
I’d like to hear my, overtones
While I’m hold on the telephone
Nothing can make my smile so fare as
Hearing my song in the dentist chair
Oh I wanna be a real cracker jack
I wanna hear my song on,
Hum along on
Muzak

Bum bum bum bum
bum bum bummmmm
(laugh)