Released: December 4, 1997

You've tried the local remedies
Now you're going nationwide
The radio don't reach you
So hook up the satellite
Memories of days gone by
Can soon come back to haunt you
Designed to take you for a ride
That's all it's supposed to do

You search the whole world over
Looking for a sign of something new
Become a slave to fashion
That's what we have in mind for you

If what you're hearing don't fit you
You feel so out of day
Some hair of the dog that bit you
For it gets to late
Reality can hit you
You really can't go back
Some hair of the dog that bit you
Change fiction into fact
Oh Oh Oh Oh

Baby it's in the mood
That sound you're looking for
Alternating lifestyles
New Age to Hard Core
All the way back to classic
Beethoven to Mozart
If you ask my opinion
That's going a bit too far

You search the whole world over
Looking for a sign of something new
Become a slave to fashion
That's what we have in mind for you

You listen on the way to work
Another brand new trend
Wouldn't it be nice to know
That this to, soon will end
The city of choice it seems today
You know I've had my fill
How come every song we hear
Winds up coming from Nashville?

You search the whole world over
Looking for a sign of something new
Become a slave to fashion
That's what we have in mind for you

Loverboy

Loverboy are a Canadian rock band known for the hits “Working for the Weekend,” “Turn Me Loose,” “Hot Girls in Love” and “Lovin' Every Minute of It.”