R.E.M., "What's The Frequency, Kenneth?"
What's the frequency, Kenneth? Is your Benz a drain, oh-oh
I was pinned down, locked up, no, not up to speed
I thought I picked you in the extreme
Tired of bashin' from the inside of Scream
I never understood the frequency, oh-oh
You are expecticious suck-a-na-ma, said oh-oh.
'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.