WHAT'S THE FREQUENCY，KENNETH?

“What's the frequency, Kenneth?” is your benzedrine a-ha I was braindead, locked out, numb, not up to speed I thought I'd pegged you, an idiot's dream tunnelvision from the outsider's screen I never understood the freqency a-ha You wore out expectations like an armored suit a-ha 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 a-ha I never understood the frequency a-ha “What's the frequency, Kenneth?” is your benzedrine a-ha Butterfly decal, rearview mirror, dogging the scene You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green a-ha I never understood the frequency a-ha You wore our expectations like an armored suit a-ha I couldn't understand You said that irony was the shackles of youth a-ha I couldn't understand You wore a shirt of violent green a-ha I couldn't understand I never understood the frequency a-ha