Lyrics:
Once in a while maybe you will feel the urge
To break international copyright law
By downloading MP3's from file sharing sites
Like Morpheus
town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New
The market keeps on crashin'
Tattered jeans are back in fashion
'stead of records, now it's mp3s
I tell you one more time with feeling
Even though this
These little town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up
get my ass shot at
You never told me I'd get my ass shot at
Walked in on my buddy with a female M.P
The ugliest woman you ever did see
He said
town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New
town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New
Can't teach my old heart new tricks
Can't make it love someone new
Can't teach my old heart new tricks
Keeps on beating just for you
I tell my
me I'd get my ass shot at
You never told me I'd get my ass shot at
Walked in on my buddy with a female M.P
The ugliest woman you ever did see
He
the eyes
Somehow it will disease you
While you're lobotomized
It's meds, it's feds,
Don't need no PhD's
Load down, those sounds,
We love our MP3
beautiful, people it don't seem fair
Well I've been to Chicago, been to New Orleans
Yes, I've been to Chicago, been to New Orleans
But I'd rather see my
Can't teach my old heart new tricks
Can't make it love someone new
Can't teach my old heart new tricks
Keeps on beating just for you
I tell my
The clock is striking, guess it must be two
My baby left me for somebody new
I've been here playing since she said we're through
An old piano
Just an old faded photograph of you one I always will treasure more than gold
It alwas keeps my mem'ries same as new dear a keepsake of a love that
pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
Opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last
When I was young, I had a lotta pep
I could get around, didn't need no help
But now you're old and a gettin' gray
The people all look at you and say
When I was young, I had a lotta pep
I could get around, didn't need no help
But now you're old and a gettin' gray
The people all look at you and say
mean, it's a pride, it's a blessing
I'm a product of Hip-Hop, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm a product of the old school and the newest of the new
This is my same old coat
And my same old shoes
I was the same old me
With the same old blues
And then you touched my life
Just by holding my hand
old places
To see the same old faces
Look at the same old skies
See them all with brand new lives
You get all the credit baby
'Cause I love you
done got too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
I used to could jump just like a deer now I need a new landing gear
I used to could jump
once knew
I want that old time love again with you
Love was sweet, love was ripe
We’d rush home every night
Life was like a flower in full bloom
Little
Are you ready?
New wave, new rave
New wave, new wave, new rave
Let me tell you, we're going to a party
And I hope you are hardy
So please
But here’s what I gotta say
To anyone that questions my credentials, hi I'm Hank
And I'm from the old school
But I made up some new rules
And you
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