It happened at the operahouse, where I saw Mister Brown
He was the conductor there, so I shot him down
So I am in jail, sorrowful and pale
It's wrong perhaps, I admit, but I don't care a bit.

I hate music, I hate the m, I hate the u, I hate the s, and i and c
So I hate music, I hate a note, I hate a key
I hate a goddam melody, so I hate muuuuuuuuuusic
I hate the word, I hate the sound, I hate that rotten noise around
I hate the people who adore it
Everybody who is for it
Muuuuuuuuuusic.

I hate music, I hate Beethoven, I hate Bach
With those two guys I'm getting stuck
So I hate music, I hate a flute and a hobo
Can't stand a violin, oh no
So I hate muuuuuuuuuusic
I hate a song, it makes me sick
It doesn't give me any kick
And any concerts makes me sigh
It bores me stiff, I wanna die
Muuuuuuuuuusic.

I would give every dollar to destroy the works of Mahler
I'll commit at all the crimes to sell the opera Peter Grimes
When they start with Mendelssohn, I start yelling on my own
I can't stand it, stand it, stand it, makes me crazy, makes me mad
I can't stand it, stand it, stand it, makes me evil, makes me bad.

I hate music, I hate the fellow who invented it
I hate his wife, his kids
So I hate music
And the Bolero of Ravel, Ravel for me can go to hell
So I hate muuuuuuuuuusic
And Debussy's Clair da Lune makes me want to shoot the moon
And that Madame Butterfly, I'll strangle with a tie
Muuuuuuuuuusic.

So I am in jail, sorrowful and pale
But when I come out, there won't be any doubt
That I'll burn down any concerthall, piano's and so on
I'll kill every composer untill the music shall be gone.