Music's in my head,

Kind of like a psychic radio.

I got music in my head.

Don't know if it's mine, or no.

It's like voices in my head,

but, you know, them fuckers sure can sing,

Baby I got music in my head,

And I ain't worried about no other thing, yeah.

Music in my head,

Sort of like a thought-criminal sound.

Baby, I got music in my head,

Ain't nobody turning it down.

Mother, there's a fight outside my window,

Don't you know the devil's on a tear,

But I got the vacuum-packed percussion,

Sugar and the artificial fanfare.

Ooooh, you know what's going on.

In my head,

Hey, hey, hey.

Music in my head,

music in my head.

And I'm standing in the mezzanine.

Music in my sweet head.

And I read it in a magazine.

Music in my head,

My sweet head.