I'm searching for the now
I'm looking for the real thing, yeah
Waiting for the musical craze
We gotta taxi for mr. Nelson
No sounds at first came out
This machine had dropped out
But it made music to itself
I'm looking for the home of the real
Drinkers from the slaughterhouse
Werent happy and went out
Noise resounds the lounge
I sidled up to a fruit machine
Some drinkers dancing at the bar
Drinkers dancing for the bar
I'm searching for the now
I'm looking for the real thing yeah