What's The Frequency, Kenneth?
What's the frequency
Kenneth is your Benzedrine uh-huh
I was brain-dead locked out numb not up to speed
I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen
I never understood the frequency uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit uh-huh
I'd studied your cartoons radio music
TV movies magazines Richard 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 youth
You wore a shirt of violent green uh-huh
I never understood the frequency uh-huh