There's a lady plays her fav'right records nOn the jukebox ev'ry day. nAll day long she plays the same old songs, nAnd she believes the things that they say. nnOther ladies like to prance around nAnd flirt and dance the whole night through, nBut she just sits and listens to here juke box records, n'Cause that's all that she wants to do. nnShe sings along with all the saddest songs, nAnd she believes the stories are real. nShe let's the music dictate the way that she feels. nnIt's only juke box music, nOnly juke box music. nIt's only music, nOnly juke box music, nOnly juke box music. nnSeems to me she's in a fantasy. nShe's livin' in a world of her own. nAnd we all agree that she's a mystery, nBecause she'd rather be all alone. nnEv'ry guy will do his best to try nTo put that music out of her head. nForget all the songs, nAnd just dance to the music instead. nnIt's only juke box music, nOnly juke box music. nIt's only music, nOnly juke box music, nOnly juke box music. nnIt's all because of that music nThat we're slowly driftin' apart. nBut it's only there to dance to, nSo you shouldn't take it to heart. nnMusic, only juke box music. nOnly music, only juke box music. n(repeat)