Lyrics:
that I should quit disk jockeying
And start that record store
Maybe I could settle down if you'ld take me back once more
Okay honey, I see
I guess
always gonna be like this
When you're lookin' for a soul kiss
And all the record stores
Are filled with pretty boys and their material girls
And even
Danny says we gotta go
Gotta go to Idaho
But we can't go surfin'
Cause it's twenty below
Sound check's at 5:02
Record stores and interviews
Hey you
Is there something worth aspiring to
And can it be found in a record store
Well it's not there anymore
Just think of all the things
Told me I'm smarter than you, you just gotta trust me yo
I stole from the record store, still selling, records though
Yeah
(Love you Grandma!)
Ain't no
on a little cute street
With a crucifix on the door
Mitchell got a job at the record store in the mall
Just the typical facts of a typical life in a town
in on wax and on the record store racks
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' wild
It's gettin' hectic, it's
Benjamin
Science whiz
My computer bat friend
Tell me where
Tell me when
I'll meet you ninja Ben
At the back of the record store
With tapes
trying to get
To the record store
And it was all on the news though
How I was rocking the show for five and ten cents or more
Ah ha I was all in your mind
that I should quit disk jockeying
And start that record store
Maybe I could settle down if you'ld take me back once more
Okay honey, I see
I guess
envious
Green like an avocado, no beef, only equals cattle
Por favor, give you what you want and more
At the record store, first letters ph' as in
in on wax and on the record store racks
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' wild
It's gettin' hectic, it's
outside our bar near the record store
(Gold rush) that have been condos for a year and more
(Gold rush) now that our haunts have taken flight
(Gold rush)
Broke and working in a record store
Daydreaming about the upcoming tour
Were you happier when you poor?
Were you happier when you poor?
The curtain
outside our bar near the record store
(Gold rush) that have been condos for a year and more
(Gold rush) now that our haunts have taken flight
(Gold rush)
clear though
I remember when jazz was born in new orleans
Mom-and-pop record stores, I'd explore these
I remember when you handed in a newer 8-track
You
still can go to the store boy
My record store to the Windex to clean the Range
Chicken wings and fried rice, keep the change
Mitch you got the Coupe shop,
get more turn a million to a billion
I hit the record store surfin records like I'm fishing
Moving boxes everyday not my vision of living
Unless it got
to the record got a record
I went to the record store got a record
Went to the coffeeshop got a coffee
I went to 135 for coffee
And if i left you in the past
I've been thinking that I should stop disk jockeying
And start that record store
Maybe I could settle down if you'd take me back once more
OK Honey,
his pulse
With my stethoscope pressed against the record store
We ride in, we gon' W-I-N
I will check a bitch's ass ass like a OBGYN
I'm respected
I'm pacing down the aisles of the record store
Tryna to find a sweet melody, to fade into me, and find myself whoever that is meant to be, oh
Generation
Danny says we gotta go
Gotta go to Idaho
But we can't go surfin'
'Cause it's 20 below
Sound check's at 5:02
Record stores and interviews
Oh, but I
who bought Vanilla Ice tapes
And everybody overseas, my man
All of Europe, Australia and Japan
No matter where you reside, I'm in every record store
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