Parrish is dancing, his feet are a bIur
Comes to a standstill,
I ask him a question
He doesn't hear
Wurlitzer jukebox
Fingers are pointed in my direction
Words fly around me,
everyone's chanting
Comes to a standstill,
I ask him a question
He doesn't hear
Wurlitzer jukebox
Fingers are pointed in my direction
Words fly around me,
everyone's chanting
Lyrics submitted by weezerific:cutlery
Wurlitzer Jukebox! Lyrics as written by Stuart Moxham
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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