What's the Frequency, Kenneth?
"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huhI was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speedI thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider's screenI never understood the frequency, uh-huhYou wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, TV, movies, magazinesRichard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy"A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youthYou wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huhI never understood the frequency, uh-huh
"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huhButterfly decal, rear-view mirror, dogging the sceneYou smile like the cartoon, tooth for a toothYou said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huhI never understood the frequency, uh-huhYou wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huhI couldn't understand
You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huhI couldn't understandYou wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huhI couldn't understandI never understood, don't fuck with me, uh-huh