Lyrics:

Oh.

Who needs rock and roll?
Who needs songs about saving your soul?
Plastic music, plastic food,
Cellophane tunes for that synthetic mood
You got your inspiration from a vending machine,
It's an audio starvation diet,
Mannequins on a shopping spree,
Who cares if you like it? - Buy it.

It's everywhere I go, (go, go, go, go)
It programs my soul,
It tells me what I need,
Oh, it takes a mean lead, lead.

Elevator music, (a capital idea)
Elevator music, (programmed just for you)
Elevating sales at the speed of sound,
Soon you'll be shopping in Sen-Surround.

Controlling your wallet, coaxing your soul,
The corporate big brother - it's an overload,
Get off that conveyor, that treadmill of persuasion,
Jesus brings the light into every situation.

It's everywhere I go, (go, go, go, go)
It programs my soul,
It tells me what I need,
Oh, it takes a mean lead, lead.

Elevator music, (it's a capital idea)
Elevator music, (programmed just for you)
Buy, buy, sell, sell, ee-ee-ow.

Elevator music - it's a failure in heaven,
Elevator music - it's a subtle kind of leaven,
What this world needs is music that feeds,
Not elevator music,
Not elevator music,
Dump all that elevator music,
Get rid of elevator music.